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

The day was cold and dark, the weather miserable. It had been raining nonstop for days now, and there was no end in sight.

The city was flooding, and the tournament had been put on hold due to the weather. It'd been on hold long enough a part of her wondered if it would ever even conclude, or if the participants would be forced to go home and never know who won.

That was probably a frivolous worry to have right then, especially among all the other problems the city was facing, but she couldn't shake it. And it was just.

A part of the worries that weighed down on her as nonstop as the rain on her city.

She couldn't help but worry about how her people were doing, about the state of her city, and how her people were dealing with the flood.

I'm not collapsing under the weight, I'm just bending a little