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 rolled over, curling up and hugging the pillow tighter against her body. She groaned softly, shifting into a more comfortable position.

Her muscles ached. Everything felt stiff and sore.

She squeezed her eyes tightly closed as a dull ache pulsed through her skull. A slight frown crossed her lips.

Even if her fever had broken, the sickness wasn't over. She could still feel the ache deep within her bones, spreading across her muscles like poison seeping slowly through her veins.

"Isabelle? Are you awake?" a voice echoed from outside the door.

"...Kinda..." she muttered groggily, peeking out from the pillow, squinting at the bright light flooding through the window.

A door clicked open somewhere and footsteps approached quickly.

Tenshi looked worried, but when he saw her peering back at him his face relaxed slightly. "Isabelle...!" he whispered.

I'm not getting worse, I'm definitely getting better