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 couldn't stop smiling, she realized.

But she also couldn't find it in herself to be self conscious about it.

This moment was too precious for that.

She stretched luxuriously, humming in satisfaction at the movement.

Relaxed in the arms of her husbands and her kitten.

Comfortable with her surroundings.

Well. The kitten was in her arms, not the other way around. But still.

Her eyelids fluttered open and she gazed up at them. "This is nice..." She whispered softly.

Lyov hummed and kissed her ear. "It is." He agreed in a quiet murmur.

"Incredibly so." He affirmed in a gentle tone, moving to trail kisses along her jawline.

Isabelle bit her lip and closed her eyes as his kisses began to trail over her neck and up to her collarbone.

I'm not dancing waltz, I'm doing the tango [R18] 1