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

After the performance of the Nevremian Knights - which seemed like the best word for it to her - there was an actual competition of sword duels.

Isabelle watched with bated breath, as Lyov leaned over her and whispered what he knew about each of the combatants in a low, intimate voice. He seemed to enjoy explaining things about the tournament, and she enjoyed learning things, so the event went by in a flash as they both got into it.

It was, most certainly, much more fun to watch than the axe throwing competition, with none of that mind-numbing downtime.

It also had a lot less of the flexing men with little clothes and-

"Wait a moment, where's the wrestling?!"

She'd been so distracted by the swords and the knights fighting and performing that she'd briefly forgotten about the wrestling.

Which absolutely definitely should probably have mostly naked men performing for the joy of every viewer in the tournament.

I'm not over-hoping, I'm precisely planning