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

Prince Caleb laughed breathlessly.

"It is...actually possible you may be overestimating my stamina..."

Isabelle looked at him quizzically, brows arched, as she leaned forward, supporting herself against the edge of the bed to take the pressure off of Caleb's hips as she slowly continued to sink herself onto him, pressing his length inside of herself.

"I beg to differ." She teased in reply, a sultry smile on her lips.

"Oooh...really? Good, good, very good...~"

He breathed the word with satisfaction, eyes half-closing and tongue curling around her name like a snake curling around its prey.

Isabelle gasped as she snapped awake a moment before her restless rolling resulted in her crashing to the floor.

She still crashed to the floor, she just woke up mid-flight.

Which only slightly distracted herself from the embarrassment of having a dirty dream about a man she'd met barely two minutes one time.

I'm not easily wooed, I'm burdened with a vivid mind