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

It took some time to prepare the next stage for the tournament. While she was excited about the idea of axe-throwing and wrestling, and the very promising idea of nearly-nude muscular men that had been planted in her head, it was still a good fifteen or so minutes before they could begin the competition proper.

Her baby kitten, Snowball, had apparently had his fill of watching the tournament and was now asleep again. This time, he'd curled in his little and fallen asleep.

She couldn't get up and move around too suddenly or she might wake up the kitten.

Granted, as soon as she and the crowd got excited again he'd be woken up regardless, but that was all the more reason for why she had to let him get his little beauty sleep while he could.

So she just leaned back in her seat and hummed, lips pursed.

"Wasn't your family supposed to be here with us, Lyov?"

I'm not shopping for more, I'm appreciating window dressing