Title: Not Hentai
Genre: Humor
Theme: Miroku, Week #22
Word Count: 227
Rating: G
Pairing: None
Summary: Shameful! Outrageous! He was not a pervert, he preferred the term 'adultery inclined.'
He was not a hentai, no, not in the least. He was not a perverted monk; his wandering hand was not due to a sick fascination with a woman's posterior. Of course not! Why, he was sickened by the thought that such a thing would be said of him. He believed that he had a most just and holy reason for his obsession with the female sex.
He worshipped them, those that could bear children, those that could be mothers tenderly nurturing their babes. They alone could bring life into the world in such a beautiful way, power beyond that of the holy Buddha they had over life. Why should he not find them so fascinating, this supple and beautiful species that eluded men with coy smiles?
Miroku was no hentai. His tendency to rub a woman's rump or flirt shamelessly with her when he was supposed to be chaste was not because of his curse or because he was simply a womanizer. No, no, he liked to think of himself as more of a gentleman, looking out for the well-being of such flowers and if one of them should chance to come to his bed, he would not turn her away when there was the miracle of life to look forward to.
No, not hentai, not at all. Where would they ever get such an idea?