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

She made all sorts of sounds. She was not happy.

Tieya tugged at a particularly nasty knot in her hair, and she winced, biting her lip to keep from crying out. She was the empress, dammit, and the empress couldn't just cry out at every little thing.

From all the sex the night before and the lack of sleep. And then she was tired. Because of the lack of sleep. And grouchy. Because. Of all of it.

And her hair was being tortured by Tieya's brush.

Tieya sighed, shaking her head. "Your Majesty. Your hair is. Quite a mess today..."

Isabelle pouted and stuck her lower lip out. "It's not my fault..."

"Of course it isn't. You simply toss and turn too much." The maid nodded, her tone brisk.

I'm not just complaining, I'm voicing my deep feelings