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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 · Fantasi
Peringkat tidak cukup
170 Chs

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Now that I knew how to use the laundry-washing artifact, cleaning my clothes would require much less time and effort, and I looked forward to trying it myself for the first time. However, before that Jacob had other things to show me. He turned my attention to the bath and pointed to a bottle.

"Shampo", he said.

He showed me how to open it. The bottle was flexible. He turned it upside-down and squeezed out a small amount of liquid. He took off his little head-covering, then put the liquid in his hair and scrubbed. It quickly turned to foam. He then bent his head over the small tub and rinsed it off. After drying his hair, he showed me where the small bars of soap were stored in the cabinet and how to unwrap them.

"Thank you", I said again.