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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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Prisoner

I woke up late, after dawn, but since there was nothing to do, I chose not to move until I heard Jacob unlock the door of the master bedroom. When I woke up the outside was much more quiet, but by the time Jacob woke up the noise had greatly intensified. It seemed the people of this city mostly slept in, whereas back home you'd have to rise at sunrise to be able to prepare breakfast on time, and to take care of all the animals who had to eat too.

I quickly put on my headscarf again and wrapped a scarf around my neck, before he could open my door and catch a glimpse of my ears or collar, then stood at attention like a slave. I didn't know what the local customs were with regards to slaves, and I didn't want to appear to be one, but it was a matter of habit. Besides, it was appropriate given that I was a trespasser and a prisoner.