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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

Unexpected Guests

ESMERALDA

Almost every night, the sounds of the lovemaking from upstairs kept me up late, and would ignite a heat inside me that had no release. For the first time I could remember, I found myself desiring a man, and yet for the first time in my life, there was none available to me. Always before it was the opposite, where I would receive men despite having no desire for them.

Slowly I got used to doing my chores. I didn't get much faster at them, but I had fewer accidents, and after a while didn't suffer as much from exhaustion and pain. Vivian seemed to notice, and would often give me words of encouragement.

It was midmorning when Vivian tossed the piece of clothing she had just picked up back into the basket in disgust.

"That's it. I've had enough of just working every day. I need a break. Let's go to the library."