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

Snowball made the most adorable effort sounds as he tried to climb out of his little sling. It was specifically designed so her little baby couldn't climb out, to avoid him from suddenly hopping out and getting trampled underfoot or something while they walked.

But she could see him wriggle and struggle, and they were just sitting in place.

There was a danger that he might bolt with so many people around, but-

Her little baby was giving her pathetic, begging mewls, now.

And he was probably too young to run too far away. Right?

Her husbands would be able to catch him if he sprinted off, right?

She gently extracted the kitten and shifted to hold him in her arms at her bosom instead.

"Alright, sweet one..." she murmured. "Is this better, honey?"

Snowball's blue eyes looked up into her face.

I'm not confused over the rules, I'm just administering a test