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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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620 Chs

I'm not Running, I'm Exploring

She froze in place. She didn't move.

Didn't even breathe.

Not a sound.

She strained her ears.

Footsteps. Definitely footsteps. From behind, walking in her direction.

How far away?? What was it? If she turned back could she make it to that intersection and escape? What if she ran into it?

What if it saw her?

The footsteps were only getting louder.

--Her mind blanked, and she ran.

The terrain was rough and uneven, the lack of lighting was disorientating, and there wasn't anywhere to hide.

She could trip at any minute, break an ankle, and be right there, exposed and helpless.

The footsteps had no issue following her.

Whatever was behind her was keeping a slower but easier pace, not slowing for obstacles at all, just pushing right on through with ease.