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 sighed heavily, leaning back in her chair to stare out of the window.

A dull ache throbbed between her temples and she rubbed them in an attempt to soothe it away.

Her skin was coated with a layer of sweat, thanks to the fireplace heating up her bedroom.

It was midwinter. Despite the cold winds outside, Isabelle felt hotter than usual and despite all efforts to cool herself down, nothing worked. But if she let herself cool downshe shivered heavily.

She groaned and tilted her head back, taking deep breaths to calm herself.

"This is stuuupiiidddd..." She groaned. "I don't have time for this!"

She hadn't even done anything like overworked herself! She even checked her stats to make sure that she wasn't cursed.

I'm not just being dramatic, I'm actually sick!