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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 slacking off, I'm caring for a kitten

"NOOOO!" Isabelle screamed in agony as she stared at the textbooks in front of her. "I NEED TO DO SO MUCH STUFF TODAY!!"

She groaned pitifully and dropped her head to the desk with a loud thump.

The stack of papers seemed impossibly large and intimidating compared to the time allotment she had left for it all. She stared at it sullenly, contemplating just tossing the whole mess to the wind and running off somewhere.

It was tempting, but...no.

She needed to get to work.

She had so much to do.

So much to plan and organize and go over and look into.

So much. So much!

A noise broke through the haze in her mind and drew her attention. Her gaze flickered in the direction of the source automatically.

Snowball.

His gaze locked onto hers.

She smiled softly. "And who let you into this office, hmm?"