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

She huffed, staring up at the intricate cloth over her bed.

It was a very familiar sight. She was not, at that exact moment, sure how to identify the pattern embroidered into it, but it was something by now that she could instantly recognize at a glance.

And also something that made her feel oddly excited. For Pavlovian reasons.

"You. Are. Impossible." She complained. "You and your hands! Impossible!"

Phoenix chuckled. "They are very talented, aren't they?"

"Stop bragging your bragging. You." Isabelle scoffed and crossed her arms, making a point not to look at him.

He was too pretty to look away from for long.

They'd had their food, including Snowball. And they'd laid down in her bed to relax and. Maybe nap.

She'd tried to resist him - really she had - and she had thought that surely her stomach being full of delicious, rich foods would help to curb her desire, but...!

I'm not delusional, I'm an advanced planner