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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 · Fantasía
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Holiday Preparations

On Wednesday, as it was the eve of the first day of the holiday, we didn't have classes. Instead, I helped Jacob and his family finish their Sukkah. They lived on the fourth floor of their apartment building, third if one didn't count the ground floor, which they didn't. The building didn't have any balconies either, so they had to go down three flights of stairs and build their Sukkah in the yard. There were two others being erected alongside it, belonging to the neighbors. I helped put on the finishing touches by hanging the decorations and bringing the furniture, which included a table, chairs, and a narrow bed with a thin mattress.

"Is either of you going to sleep here?" I asked them.

"I am," Jacob replied. My heart skipped a beat as for a moment I imagined sneaking in at night.

"Me too," Rebecca said. Jacob gave her a surprised look.

"I thought you wanted to sleep in your own bed."