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 face planted into the nice, comfortable sofa.

They'd been riding in a carriage for a week and a half now.

Which meant there was still another half of a week to go before they even made it to Ceiori!

She kicked her legs and flailed in a most immature but satisfying manner.

Snowball, who by now had begun to get comfortable traveling to new and unfamiliar places, sat at the edge of the couch, on the floor, and looked up at her with soulful blue eyes.

His little white face stared up at her with inquisitive blue eyes and the cutest pink nose. His eyes were wide open, curious, watching her.

The kitten stared for a moment before leaping onto the sofa with a meow, his fur soft as clouds under her fingers as he nudged his head against her hand.

"Mreeow..." He whimpered at her as he pawed gently at her belly, looking up at her. "Meeeooow..."

I'm not a spoiled princess, I'm the empress!