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 blinked slowly, stretching as she shook off the sleep that lingered in her eyes. The early morning sun filtered through the open window, peeking through gaps in the clouds as the rain returned and poured once more.

It was soothing, even as her ears perked up as she heard the lovely song of a bird coming from outside, before the soft thud of tiny, padded footsteps registered and she forced herself to sit up in the bed.

Snowball's front paws were on the windowsill.

He was up to something, that mischievous look on his face unmistakable.

He pushed forward a little more and his butt wriggled back and forth excitedly.

She rose from the bed as quick as she could manage.

Before she could die of a heart attack, Alexander snatched up the kitten with one hand, casually walking by the window. "Ah, look at this wet kitten. Come here, Snowball..."

I'm not hapless, I'm undignified