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 woke to the sensation of kisses being trailed along her shoulder, and a familiar large, warm body pressed against her back. Strong arms encircled her waist, holding her tightly against a broad chest. Soft hair tickled her cheek as she snuggled closer, sighing contentedly.

"Morning already?" She muttered blearily, opening one eye to peek at Lyov.

"Not yet." He answered quietly. His voice rumbled through her ear where he rested his chin atop her head. "There's still time left before morning."

"Mm..." She yawned lazily, stretching languidly and enjoying the feeling of his embrace. It was rare for her to wake up in this position with Lyov; he was often one who slept further away from her in bed when all her husbands were there. "Good. Don't wanna..."

I'm not morning-eager, I'm morning-baited!