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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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577 Chs

I'm not denying my nature, I'm a flexible switch [R18]

Isabelle's pulse quickened as her gaze fixed on Lyov's.

She bit her lower lip in anticipation, excitement building within her as she remembered their encounter yesterday in the woods with Octavian.

Her pussy ached already for more. It would be perfect, something to relieve her tension.

Lust...yes, now that he said that...there was definitely lust on both of their minds.

His fingers slipped beneath the hem of her nightgown. He flicked his wrist to brush aside the blankets and sheets atop her body, and then tugged the smooth material of her nightgown up and over her head, leaving her bare before him.

He was startlingly efficient.

"Get on your knees." He whispered hoarsely, voice heavy with arousal. "Ass up and spread wide for me. Don't hold back..."