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Slave to Reality

A catgirl escapes from slavery in her fantasy world to the real world and must learn everything from scratch. Vivian is a catgirl, born in a world in which all beast-kin are considered as nothing more than intelligent animals and are kept as slaves. Her new owner horribly abuses her, but eventually with the help of a friend she manages to escape, and while running for her life she passes through a portal to the real world. There she finds herself trapped in the apartment of young man who must be a powerful mage, considering all the impressive artifacts he possesses, and who kindly teaches her his language and his world. Volume 1 Is about falling into and escaping from abuse. The story gets lighter afterwards. ——————————————— "Please, master, don't do this. I'm your sister!" "Animals and people can't be family! Besides, even if they could, we're not related by blood. Now take off you clothes and get on the bed!" "No!" "Fine, it's you who's asking for punishment." "AAARGH!" ——————————————— "Vivian, even if my world was filled with beautiful cat girls and bunny girls, and every other kind of beast-kin, you'd still be the only one for me. Will you marry me?" "Yes!" ——————————————— "How much for the orange-haired beauty?" "She's not for sale." "How about for rent, then? How much for a night?" "She's not for rent, either." "Come on, you can't expect to walk in here with property like this and not share!" "Vivian, this man is annoying me. Please get rid of him." "Yes master!" "Hey, let go of me! How dare you lay a hand on a human! You can't just throw me out! Ouch!" CRASH.

Moss_Plains · Fantasy
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170 Chs

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I distracted myself from Jacob's rejection of my cooking by focusing my attention on the Televizia, carefully listening and furiously taking notes. Despite what happened, I wasn't going to let it discourage me from learning about his language and country, or from paying back the kindness he did show me in whatever way he would accept.

I was just about to get up from the couch to go clean the floors when I heard noise from outside, then approaching footsteps. It was still too early for Jacob to arrive, so I assumed it was the neighbor who lived next door to him. I heard her sometimes during the day. I got up to go to the bathroom, where the cleaning supplies were stored, when the key turned in the lock. Jacob must have returned early after all. I turned to greet him, and instead found myself facing a girl who appeared to be the same age as me. She was carrying her coat in one arm, while pulling a trunk on wheels with the other hand, and wearing a backpack on her back.