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 took in the sight of the red marks that adorned his cheeks, his eyes half lidded and darkened by lust, and his lips parted in a pant.

How beautiful he looked as he laid bare before her...

A hint of pink dusted his cheeks, and the way he averted his gaze with such bashfulness...

How lovely he looked when he was shy.

His green eyes fluttered as he caught her gaze.

She tilted her head up and licked his lips, tasting the sweetness of the wine that lingered on them.

He gasped in surprise, and the tension in his body eased.

His lips curved into a smile as he nuzzled his nose against hers. "I know. And I love you."

As soon as he spoke, his eyes fluttered open, and she could see the sparks of green flames dance around his irises.

I'm not a newlywed, I'm a teased bride [R18] 2