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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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Opening Night

VIVIAN

As each customer appeared before me, I discretely studied his face for any resemblance to the portraits of the criminals. Several seemed similar, but even if their face left me confused, their scent resolved the question. Stella accompanied most customers to my desk.

As per our agreement, she was only to signal me when she suspected the customer of being one of the Harem Busters. It didn't take long for one of them to appear, though he visited the restaurant first. A rare choice for an establishment such as this. I wasn't worried, however. Esmeralda hired some of the best cooks in the capital, and vouched to me that the food was of the highest quality. If it wasn't for the fact that our "entertainers" had a limited repertoire, I wouldn't have been surprised if Esmeralda proclaimed the place to be a gold house.