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

Isabelle stood with a grimace and groaned loudly. "This is the most tedious shit I've ever had to deal with and I used to work for a major corporation."

Luckily, no one was around to hear that.

Which was why she said it out loud. She still had a functioning brain to mouth filter.

She wandered over to a chair, away from all the endless reports about international relations, and slumped over her windowsill, staring out at the kingdom below.

"I wanna breaaakkkkk...." She groaned pathetically at no one.

She ducked her head in her arms. "Uwaahhh."

The weight of her duties as empress had been increasing lately.

She didn't fancy being almost-assassinated a third time, or letting the rebellion get any stronger when she wasn't even at fault for her predecessors' crazy choices. And she wanted to help this kingdom she'd been given the reins to.

I'm not slacking, I'm being voluntarily kidnapped