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

The first thing Isabelle saw when she opened her eyes again was Snowball.

The white bundle of fur had taken up residence in a sunny spot beside her bed. When he spotted her stir, he got to his feet and stretched, before trotting closer and giving her nose a nudge with his paw.

She sat up groggily and gave Snowball an absentminded stroke across his head. She noticed her wrists were no longer bound but her body felt sore and bruised, like she'd been through the worst night of her life...though the memory was a little hazy.

Everything that transpired in such vivid clarity. Her heart pounded in her chest, thumping wildly in her rib cage as if it might explode, and she had to remind herself to breathe.

Wow...I wasn't expecting him to be...like that...

I'm not ashamed, I'm just flustered