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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 · Fantaisie
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I'm not promiscuous, I'm friendly

After breakfast the following day, she felt better. Still aching, but...not with that fierce pain in every inch of her body, as though a demon was trying to claw itself free.

As she well expected, Tieya poked her head into the room shortly after Isabelle woke.

"How do you feel, ma'am?" she asked, standing in the doorway with concern evident on her face. "Has your fever broken?"

She rolled her eyes fondly. "I'm fine, Tieya, please don't fret. The one I'm worried about is you...! You worked until you collapsed!"

"Ah!" she gasped softly, putting a hand over her mouth. "My empress-I'm sorry for worrying you. But...but I've always been good about this before. It wasn't supposed to come on this way."

"Sit." Isabelle patted the space in the bed beside her and Tieya tentatively approached to sit at her feet. "That was a nasty sickness. You have to take care of yourself. As the royal maid of the Imperial household, your health is essential!"