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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 · ファンタジー
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170 Chs

Interrogation

I bowed my head to the master of the house. He was a young man, though older than me. His skin was pale and his hair was short and black. Something about his face felt foreign, though it was difficult to identify any specific feature that marked him as being "not Prandian".

"I'm sorry. I don't speak your language", I said to him.

The house was dark enough that I dared to look up and caught the sight of him frowning.

"Ani lo mevin et ma she'at omeret. Behol mikre, bevakasha tetz'i misham", he said, and gestured towards the entrance of the house.

I exited the indoor outhouse and walked down the hallway, with him following behind me. I stopped when I reached the open area between the sitting room and dining area and turned in his direction to await further instruction.

"Shvi sham, vetasbiri li ma at osa babait sheli ve'eih nihnast lepo", he said.