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

His voice dropped, barely above a whisper, and his fingertips brushed over her clit. "Tonight. I'll give you all you deserve for being so good, so sweet and obedient for me."

His voice was pure sin. Thick, slow, perfectly measured to drive her wild.

That voice. That she cursed and railed against when he distracted her from perfectly normal, innocent behavior in the day.

"Yes!" She breathed out the word in a desperate moan, and arched her hips against his touch.

She wanted his fingers inside her. She wanted him to fuck her. She wanted him to use her. She wanted everything and anything he could give her. Everything and more. Everything he'd ever given her, everything he could.

Her body was humming with need, with anticipation, and her heart was pounding in her chest so hard that she was short of breath.

I'm not depraved, I'm being baited [R18] 3