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 pursed her lips, stepping back a bit to observe her handiwork. "Hmm."

The soaking wet kitten looked up at her as if the bath itself was punishment. His ears flattened and he pouted as well as any kitten had ever pouted. It was a very impressive sight, and heart-wrenching to look upon.

Even if she'd only bathed him, she couldn't help but feel bad looking at the miserable little soaking wet kitten shivering and pouting in front of her.

She knew just how he felt, miserable and confused.

She resisted the urge to rub his tummy when he decided to dramatically flop on his side. He wouldn't accept any tummy rubs right now, and she didn't want him to make any negative associations this with his bath.

Any more than he already did, anyway.

"Snowball. Honey. It's okay." She reached for a towel to dry him off with, now that the washing itself was finished.

I'm not tormenting my cat, I'm bathing my kitten