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I'm the Empress! So I'm Going to Make Myself a Harem

[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!"

Amesaya · Fantasy
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638 Chs

I'm not a coward, I'm a terrified mama

She drew in a breath and then let it out again to try to steady the sudden surge of nerves.

She'd dealt with wildfires at home - or...well.

No.

She'd never personally handled any wildfires.

Firefighters did that.

But.

She'd lived near wildfires before. They were annoying and inconvenient, but they were usually held in check until they burned themselves out or something.

But that was...

In her old world there were firehoses, helicopters, and...firemen. Just. Firemen at all. She didn't think this world had those.

So she didn't know the first thing about how to deal with the fire now. It made her heartrate skyrocket.

She stared hard at the servant then, and finally found her voice again.

If she asked enough questions she might finally stumble across the answer she needed.

"Which way does it seem to be headed?" She questioned in an even tone, giving her undivided attention.