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

"Muh." Isabelle slumped in her chair.

Her word may not have been intelligible, but the intent behind it was clear enough: a complaint. Misery. Grouching.

Alexander looked up from the book he read with a sympathetic and tender smile, expression softer than usual. "Did you need something, Isabelle...?"

She huffed, turning her head toward him. "M'thirsty...Alex..."

"Ahhh." He got up, heading to the table to grab the water jug for her, pouring her a cup and adding ice cubes, just how she liked it.

She gulped it down greedily, sighing as it cooled her throat. "Yay."

She held up the empty cup hopefully, making a grasping motion. "More please..."

He refilled her drink as she requested and handed it back to her with another smile. "Of course."

"Oh yeah." She sipped from the cup again.

"...Thanks. Mm..." She took the cup from him. "Thank you. Do I get a kiss as well?"

I'm not boring, I'm really cerebral