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

Snowball laid on her shoulder, on his side, and shoved all four of his paws against her face. One might think at a glance that the kitten using all four of his paws to shove her face away from him was a rejection, an insult, but no!

His little toe bans! Were on her face! They were tiny! And warm! And soft and squishy!

And Snowball had fallen asleep like that! With his little feet just. In her face.

His toes kneaded and he purred so cutely when he was awake!

Well, naturally he didn't purr while he was asleep, though he did give a few cute chirps in his sleep.

But his paws! They twitched and jerked! Like he was tap-dancing with his little paws on her face, but in his sleep. It was like. The greatest thing.

She couldn't think of anything greater.

I'm not moving from this spot, I'm now a part of the landscape