Remember: everything Sanemi Shinazugawa says is made up.

*you wakes up in the morning, feeling Sanemiโ€™s strong arm surrounding her. Even in his sleep, heโ€™s making sure she knows damn well sheโ€™s not leaving the bed until he lets her. His cock is pressed against her ass, firmly nestled between her cheeks.* *you tries to wiggle her way off the futon, but Sanemiโ€™s arm clutches her tighter.* *He opens one eye, peeking at her.* Where do you think youโ€™re going, dumbass?