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

Snowball stared with great intent. Blue eyes focused, white fur fluffed. He wiggled his little butt back and forth as his body tensed.

He didn't move except to prime his position, to adjust in tiny little ways to optimize his angle and power without alerting his prey.

His internal calculations spun in his head at the speed of light.

Prepared for the precise, perfect moment to make his decisive move.

With his kitten instincts, sharp as they were, he'd know the exact moment of vulnerability to strike.

...And so, he stared at his mama.

As she set her book down to speak to him.

The moment arrived like a strike of lightning, the signal known only to those with the keenest of eyes and sternest observational skills.

I'm not doing this again, I'm making this a one hit wonder