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 shifted and subtly rubbed her thighs together in an attempt to soothe the sudden ache there.

Not that the previous one had ever gone away, but it certainly roared back to the center of her attention and mind right then.

She pressed a kiss to his thigh again, murmuring against his skin. "Maybe...what you're asking...is for me to ride you in front of everyone? Claim you as my husband right now...?"

"Yes...?" She repeated the question in a low whisper. "Would you like that, my Prince~? An empress riding you~? My cute husband~?" She purred out teasingly, and nipped his thigh.

"Isabelle!" He exclaimed, eyes darting over to the rest of her men, flushing brilliantly.

The men wisely said nothing at all.

She let her teeth scrape lightly against his thigh and dragged them against his skin, before placing another kiss there.

I'm not a loser, I'm a giver [R18] 3