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

Her face flushed crimson, and she ducked her head down bashfully, biting her lip as she tried to hide the color spreading across her cheeks. "Hnnn...."

He chuckled softly and planted a kiss on her forehead. "Your blush is so very enchanting...I would kiss it away..." Alexander murmured softly. "But I fear each time I kiss you it only comes back brighter..."

She licked her lips nervously, looking up into those vivid blue eyes that shone with something...darker than their usual shade of cobalt.

The heat of his stare burned her, sending tingles down her spine and straight to her core.

She felt dizzy, lightheaded with desire for him.

Alexander moved slowly, his hands rising to cup her cheeks gently.

He stroked his thumb across her lips, pressing softly on her bottom lip.

She shuddered and leaned up, bringing her mouth close to his, then parted her lips as his breath ghosted across her lips.

I'm not a pet, I'm a kitten [R18] 1