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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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I'm not the center of attention, I'm the fashionable centerpiece

"Goodness." Isabelle muttered. "That's..."

Phoenix smiled at her. "It's a bit overwhelming, isn't it?"

They stood in the ballroom of the Imperial palace. It was a large room, with a high ceiling and many windows. It was filled with tables and chairs, with people milling about in various states of inebriation.

There were waiters serving food, musicians playing and people dancing in the middle of the room, all while others were chatting and drinking at their tables. The atmosphere was lively and happy.

Isabelle was dressed in an elaborate gown, and she had her hair done up in a fancy braid.

It was the day after the official coronation anniversary, and the wedding celebrations had begun. As had been suggested, there would be no focus on her other husbands. Not yet, at least.

They absolutely would after the wedding festivities, however.

She wasn't about to miss the opportunity to give them their own celebration.