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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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614 Chs

I'm not burning the midnight oil, I'm just warming late night oil

Isabelle was sitting at the desk in her bedroom, looking out of the window.

The moon was shining, the night was cool and crisp, and she had a lot on her mind. She'd decided to stay up late, in the hopes of getting some work done.

The day's events had left her drained and exhausted, even though they hadn't really been work intensive at all. Simply the stress of trying to navigate the politics of something as...

Something that shouldn't be political at all! Weddings and anniversaries!

The fact that so much politics and thinking about...things! Were involved. It made her head hurt and her body ache from fatigue.

She'd spent most of the evening thinking about how she could improve the upcoming festivities - how she could make an anniversary celebration designed to be focused on a single husband instead tailored for five.

Or...four.