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

Isabelle frowned, heart hammering in her chest from a combination of pleasure and adrenaline, and opened her mouth to respond-

He sealed her lips with his and nipped her bottom lip with a smile, drawing another moan from her. "Just a reminder. Try to keep your voice down..."

Isabelle mumbled out something incomprehensible even to her ears and let her head fall back to the pillows beneath her head, pulling her husband with her.

The kiss he gave her in response made her toes curl in delight.

The man certainly had skills, though.

Enough to make even a kiss steal her breath and her train of thought.

Isabelle lightly nudged the crown of his head with her own as they separated for air.

The smile that spread across his features was fond and more than a little impish as he looked into her eyes, as if he was teasing her silently for something.

I'm not speechless, I'm treat motivated [R18] 1