Amesaya

[WARNING: MATURE CONTENT]

"...I have to choose a King Consort right now?!"

No sooner did the young woman from Earth awake in the body of Empress Isabelle of Nevremia than she was informed she'd have to choose a King Consort to keep her throne. While she was still trying to get used to her new body, new world, and new position, her advisors insisted she marry some stranger to retain her power.

"But don't Empresses get to make the rules?"

As Isabelle Von Nevremia. not only is she the revered empress of a powerful country, but she has access to a special status system, which allows her to read people's names, skills, moods, and even their kinks. As well as that, there's some kind of mysterious 'challenge' system that awards her 'skill points' for successfully completing challenges.

...But all the challenges are just seducing people. How tacky...

"...If I'm going to be Empress, then I won't have a king! I'm going to have a harem!"

I'm the Empress! So I'm Going to Make Myself a Harem

He was not about to let her squirm out of this, it seemed.

It seemed - well, she'd just been so dramatic and angry, it seemed inappropriate for Isabelle to give him his massage.

He simply gave her an impish smile.

Stupid handsome sexy...man!

She swallowed and attempted to keep her face neutral as she watched him slip off his shirt slowly until only bare skin remained on his torso.

He unceremoniously plopped himself down onto the edge of her bed with a casualness that shocked her. "Now, isn't this the perfect setting for a massage~"

Her legs were already weak at the knees, and seeing such a perfectly sculpted specimen of a man laying casually in front of her completely bare chested and wearing naught but - very thin and not very efficient - pants drove her crazy.

Isabelle swallowed down the urge to do something dramatic.

Instead, she crawled onto the bed and straddled his legs.

I'm not a tease, I'm a dominant [R18]