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

The sound of laughter was loud, bright, and cheerful, ringing in Isabelle's ears like a joyful song. Phoenix's shoulders were shaking. His body trembled visibly despite his lame attempt at hiding his amusement, and before long he laughed with a deep, throaty chuckle.

His eyes were filled with joy and warmth. "You are too precious."

He sounded so happy and pleased that she couldn't be quite so embarrassed any more. His joy was too infectious to resist, and her smile brightened as she heard him speak. She could not help but feel happy too.

He was laughing at her in front of her current nemesis!

He smiled at her. "Do you have any other comments to share, love? I'm eager to hear what you think." His eyes were dark, intense, his expression smug.

He was definitely laughing at her.

I'm not a laughing matter, I'm a dangerous person!