Chapter Four—What, Me Worry?
Sango frowned, looking out the window and wondering what the errant monk was doing. Was he feeling up another unsuspecting woman and asking her to bear his son? That pervert.
"You have to stop that," a British-accented voice said from the windowsill. "You're only going to feed his ego, you know."
Sango sighed; the cat was right. Miroku was already way too egotistical as it was. If he found out that she thought about him practically every minute of the day, he'd only take that as carte blanche to rub her ass.
"Hmm, I wonder what he's doing right now?"