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

There was absolutely no reason to blush when she heard her four husbands laughing with each other as they sat around her in her bed.

She scowled at them in protest, pouting as she lowered the book she was reading in her lap, with a huff.

Phoenix grinned and leaned forward, pecking her cheek with a kiss. "There, there." He murmured with a teasing lightness, and a laugh in his eyes. "Why, that is a very interesting read, I imagine, that would draw you away from us so wholly as to not even spare a word in reply."

Her sarcasm had the man gasping in mock offense as he rose one hand to his chest. "Ah, my dearest empress! You wound me so with your cutting tongue!"

She made a face. "You deserve it!" She gave a haughty sniff, holding her chin high. "An empress' judgment is never wrong."

I'm not amusing, I'm imperial