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

"Ooooooh..." Isabelle gasped, as the men on the field moved together as one, like a living wave of people.

It didn't seem to be any kind of true competition - as even as the 'battle' started, no one, not even her husbands, explained any kind of rules or win conditions.

Some kind of exhibition match among the palace knights?

If that were the case, though, then...

She bit her lower lip, brows furrowed. That sweet, skittish young man...

If he was involved with something that was meant to show the military strength of the kingdom...

Running off like that would have made Nevremia look bad. Terrible, in fact, if the people of the other countries were to interpret the man's flight not of a ridiculous crush, but a tendency toward cowardice and desertion in the ranks.

She sighed and shook her head, lips pressed together in a line.

I'm not giving up on a friend, I'm sabotaging him