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 smiled to herself as she stared up at the fabric above her bed, feeling quite accomplished with herself. Her husband-to-be - or perhaps just husband? - had excused himself back to his room once he'd calmed down, face adorably red.

It was all well and good if he wanted to stay in his own room for now. The bed might start to get a bit crowded, even with her ludicrously huge one, if she started inviting too many more people in at once, after all.

Snowball awoke from his little nap on his cat bed next to her own bed, clambered up the blankets, trotted across the cover toward her, squeaking and mewing with every step as he usually did after being away from her for a bit.

"Are you telling me about your dream, sweet thing?" She cooed, shifting her focus to the little ball of furry white affection.

I'm not easily teased, I'm earnest