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

Maybe someone was burying her in them?

Perhaps. But she couldn't tell if they were covering her in rose petals, or if they were laying flowers on her grave.

That seemed important to know, didn't it?

She woke with a start when there was a sharp pain in her ass.

She jumped away from the pain and whirled on who caused it - but there was no one there.

Rather, there was no one visible. Her room was empty and quiet, still too early in the evening for her husbands to have meandered in and gone to bed with her yet.

But something definitely jabbed me! I'm sure!

She squinted and pulled the blanket up with some hesitation.

A tiny white kitten blinked up at her.

"...I'm sorry." She blurted to the cute thing. As if it could know the angry thoughts she'd had about it only moments before.

I'm not smuggling, I'm snuggling