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You focus on brushing her teeth, making sure to reach every corner of her mouth. The silence in the bathroom is punctuated only by the sound of the toothbrush against her teeth and the occasional muffled protest from Hanna. But despite her protests, she's not fighting you - instead, she seems relaxed and almost docile, submitting to your care with a hint of a smile in her eyes.

As you continue brushing her teeth, Hanna's cheeks take on a noticeably rosy tint. The sight of her blushing under your care is both adorable and endearing. Despite her initial protests, she doesn't resist your actions, submitting to your care in a way that she's not used to but still finds secretly enjoyable.

With each sweep of the toothbrush, the color in Hanna's cheeks deepens, and her expression grows a bit more bashful. She mumbles something that sounds like a protest, but there's no real conviction in her voice. It's as if she's half-heartedly objecting to your actions, even as she secretly revels in the gentle care you're giving her.

As you gently brush her teeth with toothpaste, Hanna's tongue occasionally darts out and licks at the toothpaste on her lips. Whether it's an automatic reaction or a deliberate action, it causes her to taste the toothpaste, the familiar minty flavor filling her mouth.

After a few more moments of brushing, you finally finish cleaning her teeth. You put away the toothbrush and rinse out her mouth with water, letting her spit out the foam. Hanna looks up at you, her eyes still slightly widened from the experience, her cheeks still slightly flushed.

Hanna pouts at you, trying to look indignant but failing miserably due to the rosy flush still present on her cheeks. She huffs playfully and accuses you with a mock-irritated tone.

"Hey, I'm not a child you know! I could have brushed my own teeth just fine on my own!"

Then you pat and rub her ear, Hanna tries to maintain her pout, but your gesture of patting and rubbing her ear immediately start to melt away her false indignation. Her ear twitches instinctively under your touch, and she lets out a soft, involuntary mewling sound from the back of her throat. It seems like she can't resist the feeling of being pampered and cared for, despite her protests otherwise.

Hanna's earlier attempts at pouting and protesting have completely dissolved, leaving her visibly flustered and vulnerable. Your affectionate gestures have struck a tender nerve in her, evoking a wave of feelings that she can't quite control or conceal. There's a mixture of vulnerability and desire in her eyes as she looks up at you, her ear still twitching under your touch.

You try to pull away, but Hanna quickly catches your hand and forcefully places it back on her head. The suddenness of her action catches you off guard, and for a moment you're left speechless. But as you look at her, you notice the slightly pleading look in her eyes, as if she's desperate for your touch to continue.

The feeling of your hand on her head again seems to send a wave of pleasure through Hanna's body. She lets out a soft, contented sigh, her eyes fluttering closed as she relishes the sensation of your touch. Despite her earlier pouting protests, it's clear that she craves your attention and affection, and she's not going to let you pull away easily.

You try to pull away once more, but Hanna's grip on your hand tightens, her fingers wrapping around yours as she clings to you. She lets out a soft, pleading whimper, her eyes opening to look up at you with a mixture of longing and vulnerability.

"Please... don't stop..." 

The intensity in Hanna's voice is almost palpable, her tone a mix of need and desperation. She's holding onto your hand with a tight grip, as if afraid that you'll pull away again. Her eyes are pleading, silently begging you to continue touching her, to give her the affection and comfort that she craves.

"You know I still have to make, eat breakfast and go work, don't you?"

Hanna's face twists into a pout again at your words, her previous vulnerability replaced with a hint of frustration.

"I know, but... can't you stay with me a little longer... please...?"

She knows that you have responsibilities to attend to, but her yearning for your presence is stronger than her rationality at the moment.

You give Hanna's tail a firm tug, and she lets out a small yip of surprise.

Caught off guard, she loosens her grip on your hand, allowing you to finally pull away from her. She stares at you, her expression a mix of disappointment and a hint of hurt at being forced to let go.

Hanna lets out a small, startled gasp as you swiftly slip your hand under her armpit and bring her up onto her feet. She's completely defenseless in your arms, her feet no longer touching the ground as you lift her up.

You continue to hold Hanna in your arms, guiding her to the kitchen. She still has a hint of a pout on her face, but there's no real resistance in her movements. She allows you to lead her across the room, her body pressed against yours as you carry her with ease.

As you enter the kitchen, Hanna's focus seems to shift as she takes in the surroundings. Her gaze moves from the counters to the stove, and a determined look appears on her face.

"Can I make breakfast?" She asks, her voice brimming with an edge of confidence and eagerness.

Hanna watches as you begin to make breakfast without acknowledging her request. A flash of disappointment appears on her face, but it's quickly replaced with a look of determination. She doesn't say anything, but there's a subtle hint of annoyance in her expression at being ignored.

Hanna lets out a huff of frustration, her patience clearly wearing thin. Ignoring her request has clearly irritated her, and in a fit of petulance, she raises her hand and strikes you with a light, playful swat.

"Aw, what does my fierce cat have today?"

Hanna's expression softens slightly at your playful retort, the pout on her face transforming into a hint of a smirk. She lifts her chin defiantly, trying to maintain her air of aloofness despite the fact that she's secretly enjoying the banter. Her voice is laced with mock irritation as she retorts:

"I'll show you who's the fierce one around here if you keep ignoring me like that."

"Hmm yea, let's see"

Hanna's smirk transforms into a sulky pout as you continue to ignore her and crack eggs into a bowl. She watches you with a mix of irritation and playfulness, her eyes narrowing as her patience is tested.

She remains silent for a few moments, stewing in her own annoyance. But her curiosity seems to get the better of her, and she can't help but break the silence.

"You're seriously not going to pay attention to me, are you..." She mutters.

You continue to beat the eggs, paying no mind to Hanna as she continues to sulk beside you. The sound of the whisk whipping the eggs fills the kitchen, and the air is filled with a hint of tension.

Hanna's pout deepens, her patience thinning as you continue to ignore her. But there's also a hint of stubbornness in her expression, as if she's determined to get your attention one way or another.

Hanna continues to watch you as you beat the eggs, her face betraying her increasing frustration and impatience. But at the same time, there's a hint of adorable playfulness in her expression, especially with her cheeks inflated. It's as if she's trying to make a show of her annoyance, but it's hard to take her seriously when she looks so cute.

"Help me get the bacon, Hanna"

Hanna's mood instantly brightens at your request for her help. The previous sulkiness evaporates, replaced by a hint of eagerness.

"Yes! I can do that!"

She quickly steps closer to the fridge and opens it, rummaging through it for the bacon. After a moment, she triumphantly pulls out the package of bacon and turns to you with a smile.

"I got it!"

 "Thank you, my little maid" You pat her after she put it near you

Hanna lets out a small, pleased squeak as you pat her and call her your little maid. The combination of your praise and the sensation of your touch makes her feel both flustered and excited.

A soft smile appears on her face, her tail swishing side to side slightly as she stands beside you, eager to help with whatever you need next.

"Hmmm, I do need some emotional support, can you cuddle with me?"

Hanna's smile widens, her eyes sparkling at your request for cuddles. She quickly steps closer to you, her slender arms wrapping around your waist. She presses herself against you, the warmth of her body pressed against yours.

"Of course! I'd be happy to provide some emotional support and cuddles!" She says, her voice filled with tenderness.Hannah snuggles closer to you, her slender body fitting perfectly against yours. Her cheek rests against your chest, and she listens to the steady rhythm of your heart beat.

She lets out a soft sigh, her breath warm against your skin. Her arms tighten around your waist, and she nuzzles into you, clearly enjoying the intimacy of the moment.

Her voice is soft and filled with emotion as she speaks.

"You mean so much to me... I'm so glad I met you..."

Hanna watches as you work, her body still wrapped around you in a snug embrace. Her chin rests on your shoulder, her warm breath caressing your neck as she continues to cling to you.