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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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There was a knock on the door. Since I was lounging on the couch with my true appearance exposed, Rebecca went to answer it.

"Who is it?" She called out.

"It's me," Jacob answered. Rebecca let him in.

"So how did it go?" Jacob asked. Rebecca shook her head.

"They said to try again later," I said dejectedly. Jacob sighed.

"I guess we're going to have to be patient. They're supposed to make it a little difficult, to test your sincerity, but still, I couldn't help but hope that we could get this over with already."

"Me too," I said dejectedly.

Jacob sat down on the couch, in the spot that was previously occupied by Rebecca. I wished he would hold me, but this time I wasn't under the influence of a storm of emotions that could serve as an excuse for inappropriate behavior. Rebecca served him a bowl of half-melted ice cream, and he looked at it with interest.