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 awoke to the sound of a thunderstorm, her eyelids fluttering open. Her body was warm and cozy and she was pleasantly drowsy, her mind drifting slowly into wakefulness. She didn't move right away, she felt so relaxed and comfortable that she simply wanted to lie there.

A sudden splitting crackle and rumble of thunder made her jump, and she moved to sit up, startled and suddenly yanked to full awareness from her pleasant sleep.

A pair of arms wrapped around her waist. She paused, looking over her shoulder. She could barely make out the silhouette of a head of hair, and the feel of the arms around her waist. The room was. Dimly lit.

It was hard to pinpoint what time of night or day it was, because the light outside was just enough to make the fires inside look dim, but not bright enough to make everything look clear and crisp.

...Maybe that was just her own hazy eyes, though.

I'm not taking a break, I'm enjoying intermission