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

Her throat sore from the embarrassing volume and pitch of screams she'd made the night before.

She licked her lips as her tired eyelids slowly blinked open, her body instinctively moving closer to the warmth she felt curled behind her.

The gentlest, sweetest sound broke the silence.

Her little kitten walked nimbly over a sleeping Tenshi, blue eyes fixed on her, as if he immediately knew the moment she woke.

Snowball leapt the distance and landed, nimble paws pressing against her bare chest and the blankets piled over her.

A tiny tongue rasped her chin before the little puff ball curled up in a circle right under her chin.

I'm not a masochist, I'm scold-adaptable