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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 empty-headed, I'm just a little confused

Isabelle blushed as she fixed a strand of hair. Quite unbidden the memories of the morning kept popping up in her head. Which was a problem, because she was trying to do very serious, very stuffy work.

It wasn't like anything said or anyone in the room reminded her of it, they just...popped up all on their own.

And it wasn't like she was trying to make them happen, either!

Gah....! Nooo, stop thinking about that right now, Isabelle!

Archibald had been making faces at her for the last hour or so. Subtle ones, but definitely the look of a man questioning his choice of sovereign. He continued to make them at her right that moment, in fact.

Apparently her attempts to hide her embarrassment and her thoughts were not perfect. Thus the increasing long-suffering of her steward's face.

Not like it was her fault, though, so it felt rather unfair to be subjected to such a look.