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 stared at the canopy of her bed.

When Snowball hopped on top of her, she gave a little squeak. She didn't have the strength to lift the kitten off, and her body ached.

"...Yes?" She mumbled to her kitty.

"I...I can't. Move." She croaked. Her voice was raspy, and her mouth dry.

He was unimpressed, and began licking her nose.

"Hahh. S-Stop it." She giggled, but still couldn't move her arms to shove him away.

He didn't seem concerned. In fact, the smug cat took the opportunity to continue his grooming.

Lyov laughed from. Wherever he sat. She was too sore and tired to look. Not her fault, though. Her husbands were relentless.

Especially when she'd gone so long without, and was basically begging them. She'd have to go easier on begging them next time. Four men who were pent up for weeks, and horny and eager, and in the prime of their sexual life?

I'm not tired, I'm worn out