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's gaze turned toward the platter of fresh baked bread, her eyes lighting up with interest. There was nothing in the world that could replace bread.

There were many delicacies in the world. Many flavors of sweet, salty, bitter, sour, spicy and savory.

There were many complex, incredible, delicious, stunningly prepared foods she'd encountered as empress.

And there were many others she liked more.

It had its own unique charm. A certain appeal she couldn't resist.

And this one looked especially appealing, all warm and fresh from the oven, the steam still coming from the top...

Her stomach growled, and her eyes sparkled with excitement.

She'd definitely start her meal with some bread!

I'm not the fortunate son, I'm a fortunate one