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

"...you're enjoying this," she huffed at him, sounding remarkably sulky even to her own ears. "Too much."

She could imagine the fondness in his smile. "Only a little."

"I'm going to pretend your answer was, 'Not at all, I am but a humble servant to my beautiful, adorable wife.' And. I. Shall. Judge you not!"

She pouted and glanced over as he made a quiet, muffled sound that was somewhere between a laugh and a groan. "Oh, of course, my Empress."

"Much better." She sniffed, then immediately shivered in anticipation as Lyov's lips brushed her neck.

Her attempts at being dignified and in control while being tied up, as it turned out, were even more difficult when wearing a blindfold. Who would have thought?

Alexander, of course, wasted no time, tracing his finger in a swirling, abstract pattern just above her upper thighs.

She knew it was him because they'd yet to move around, and she knew where he was before she'd put on the blindfold.

I'm not tied down, I'm in my proper place [R18] 3