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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 · ファンタジー
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I'm not bad at games, I'm specialized as an empress

"WAUH!" She flailed.

These!

Games!

Were just as rigged as the ones in her own world.

She huffed and pouted, crossing her arms in frustration.

"Nooo." She whined and shook her head. "I wanted the big teddy! Snowball could cuddle him!!!"

But.

This damn game!

She couldn't come anywhere close to winning and it wasn't! Fair!

"Come on now, darling." Phoenix murmured. "Let me give it a go."

She pouted up at him.

"You're the one who is good with your hands!"

He laughed, his golden eyes twinkling. "Oh, is that so? I hadn't noticed."

She.

Squawked, then whacked his shoulder. "Not like that!!"

"Yes like that!" He gasped, as if her denial had offended him deeply.

"Shut up!" She squawked again, her face flushed. "I meant. You're. Good. At. Things." She waved her hands. "A gentle touch. For the festival game."

"Mmh. You may continue flattering me into doing it for you~"