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They had been travel companions for a few months now. Fighting side by side, always having each other's backs. Always glancing at each other. Always letting Inuyasha and Kagome go together and staying with each other whenever they had to split the group...
A demon slayer and a monk. Neither of them willing to admit that they wanted each other more than anything else in the world.
Miroku's hand spoke louder than his words. If groping was a love language, then he certainly was the most affectionate lover around. The feeling of touching such a personal part of her anatomy... he couldn't help it, she was just too perfect to stay away from.
Sango would have never admitted it, but that perverted touch was her favorite thing in the entire world. She had no business liking something this non-consensual, yet she couldn't help it. The monk could have fucked her in front of everyone and she would have been fine with it.
Unfortunately, that was highly inappropriate, so Sango had to put him back into his place if she didn't want to be seen as a whore. She really didn't want to force him away like that, but there was no choice...
"You fucking pervert!"
Those words accompanied the bright red hand-shaped slap mark that now decorated Miroku's cheek. Fine, she hated him. He understood that much. Such violence couldn't possibly come from a place of love, after all.
Should it be this way, then, this meant he was free to go flirt with other girls. Not that any of them could even compare to his beloved Sango, but he could at least get a night with them. After all, any brunette would do if he didn't look too closely...
Their group staying overnight in a village that had a demon problem was a good way to get that. A lovely young maiden had invited him to her quarters, finding the monk to be worthy of taking her virginity.
Given her resemblance to his beloved, Miroku simply couldn't decline the offer. Once night fell, he snuck out to meet the sweet brunette, far from anyone's curious eyes or ears. She had told him her name, but he had already forgotten it. She was hardly more than a mate that he would leave behind after getting his pleasure, after all.
He wasted no time entering her, slowly thrusting into the still-tight, still-unused cavity of his partner. Her gasps of pleasure excited the monk, inciting him to push deeper. Fuck... as pleasure overcame him, the maiden's traits began blurring, shifting in his mind.
"Ngh... S-Sango..."
Miroku released his load, his mind hazy with good sex. His vision was too blurry to notice the tears running down the maiden's cheeks...
Sango couldn't sleep. Despite having a roof over her head for a change, feeling Kirara's thick fur pressed against her back and cradling Kohaku against her like a precious doll, the demon slayer remained restless. She looked around, laying eyes on each of her companions one by one:
Inuyasha, who seemed far less threatening when resting;
Kagome, remaining within arm's reach of the half-demon —if these two didn't get married once their quest ended, everyone in this damned group was fated to die alone—, with little Shippo snoring gently next to her;
And then... an empty spot. His spot. Where did he go, she wanted to know. Yet, at the same time, perhaps knowing where her monk went would lead to a heartbreaking discovery — Miroku was a ladies' man after all.
Just as Sango was about to finally let sleep take her, she heard whispering outside.
"Same time tomorrow, beautiful~?"
"O-of course..."
The demon slayer's heart sank. Some girl from the village had had a night with the man she loved. Quickly, the despair turned into anger. Miroku had done it with another. Vile. Inacceptable. A scenario which should have never happened.
It should have been her.
Next time, it would be her.
But first, she wanted to get rid of the bitch who had gotten in her man's pants. They wouldn't spend another night together. If only she knew her name...
"Ngh-"
Oh, right. She was still holding Kohaku in her arms. In fact, she was almost crushing him now. The effects of emotion, repercussing on her brother. Her sweet, loyal little brother who was always siding with her. Whenever something was wrong in Sango's life, he was there, willing to do anything for his big sister. But this time, could he be of any help? This time, when she needed revenge rather than emotional support, would Kohaku still do anything for her? Even dirty work?
Maybe she could have him do the harmless tasks instead. He didn't have to become a monster on her behalf. No, she would be the only one staining her hands with another's blood. Not her baby brother. She would only ask innocent, normal things from him.
After all, his cute innocent face might convince Miroku to give him the name of his chosen whore...