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

"Always an impressive display..." Phoenix commented from beside her, "but somewhat awkward positioning in the play."

Isabelle nodded in response, agreeing with Phoenix's approximation as if she had any idea what was happening in the play.

She shuffled slightly in her seat, brushing her fingers over her baby kitten's fur.

Snowball gave a small purring mew and yawned widely, exposing tiny teeth as he stretched out his little legs and flexed his claws. He curled back up and laid his chin on her wrist. His eyes blinked slowly.

Her baby was getting sleepy again.

He yawned again, revealing a cute pink tongue curling up into the air before it disappeared back inside his mouth.

Isabelle bit her bottom lip while rubbing her tiny baby's chin with her forefinger gently.

I'm not ignoring the play, I'm playing with Snowball