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

She giggled quite childishly as she ran across the room. Her gaze was fixed downward as she did, gleefully smiling at the little kitten that chased after her with all the energy of a raging bull locked up in a tiny fluffy container.

He'd apparently decided the tassels on her gown were the most fascinating thing in the world and wouldn't stop hunting them, and so now she'd made a game of it.

She'd give him plenty of time to play with them and dash away.

But oh dear! Her little darling was fast! Far too fast! He kept closing the distance on her.

"Oh dear! Where can I run?! Oh noo I've been caught!" Yet, she swept away from him at the last moment, the tassels he so badly wanted to chew on just barely escaping kitten claws.

Isabelle was practically bouncing in excitement as the tiny fluffy thing tried its hardest to pounce at her dress, completely failing but determined all the same. She tried to hold back her laughter.

I'm not childish, I'm quite fun and playful