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 leaned on the balcony railing and looked out across the city at the festival. She leaned her cheek on one hand as she observed.

The sunlight reflected off the golden curls of Phoenix's hair and made his skin glow. He wore a silky cream robe loosely tied. She watched his profile as he stood, lost in his own thoughts, arms braced on the rail next to her, brow furrowed slightly.

He turned, catching her staring at him, and smiled. He extended an arm, beckoning.

Isabelle moved into the circle of his arm, snuggling. It was early. Too early for anyone else to be awake, she figured. Even Snowball hadn't stirred yet, dozing curled on Tenshi's belly.

She was only awake due to how early she'd fallen asleep the night before. And Phoenix...he'd been awake already, looking out on the balcony, when she woke.

He bent his head to kiss her, murmuring his name. Then he pulled her tight and held her against him. They stayed like that a long while.

I'm not insatiable, I'm creatively rationing [R18] 1