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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 · Fantasie
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215 Chs

Ulterior Interior

VIVIAN

"So what's the big news?" I asked.

"It's your water…supply. I just heard that it's reached the academy grounds." Esmeralda excitedly informed me of the news. "Didn't you say that the principal promised that you would be the first to benefit from your invention?"

I nodded.

"So it's about to arrive! I can't wait to take a bath without having to carry the water."

I shrugged.

"Even if it's about to arrive at the academy, it must be days before it reaches our house."

But I was wrong. Throughout the day there was much commotion among the academy's staff and students about the new construction. By midday, the water tower had already been erected. Apparently it was built in advance, and merely had to be assembled and planted somewhere within the academy grounds. The overabundance of cheap labor in the form of slaves didn't hurt, either.