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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 · Fantasie
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I'm not a thrill-seeker, I'm a curious person

She forced the words out. Her voice was barely audible and squeaked with the strain.

"I-"

Never mind. She forced one word out.

A word which was basically just a short sound.

In her defense, he didn't give her much time to respond to him. He stepped forward and reached for her veil, heedless of how he invaded her personal space.

She immediately recoiled. "No-!"

She hated that she instinctively backed away, but she didn't want this stranger to take off her veil. She didn't want this strange person to know her identity.

She absolutely wouldn't let her cover be blown on day one just because she made a reckless choice like this.

"...D-don't. I...I have. A rash."

It was the weakest, most ridiculous excuse, but she was desperate for the guy not to be suspicious. And. She couldn't think of a better one under pressure like that.

The man stared at her.