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 blinked, and looked around. She was in a pile of bodies, her husbands' arms around her, their legs and arms tangled together. The thunderstorm still raged outside. And Snowball.

Snowball curled up in an adorable, furry ball, right atop her shoulder - one of the few spots her husbands hadn't covered. His tiny, fuzzy head was pressed against her ear, and he was purring softly in his sleep.

She could just make him out in the dim light, the way he'd curled up into the smallest ball he possibly could, and the way he'd pressed himself against her ear.

She wasn't certain if he'd curled himself up like that to intentionally lean the top of his head against her ear, or if he'd just slid off of the peak of her shoulder in his sleep until he ended up pressing his body against her ear. But it was nice.

I'm not wasting a day away, I'm maximizing free time