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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 cursed, I'm blessed

When she next woke up, her head pounded like a pro-wrestler into a mat. Her mouth was dry. She felt dizzy.

She was...

Not laying in her bed.

Alexander slumped over the side of the bed, asleep.

And...

This was...

The royal infirmary?

What...?

What happened?

She felt nauseous. Dizzy. Disoriented.

What?

How had she come to be here? She was supposed to be in bed, with her baby Snowball and Lyov taking care of her.

Why?

Why?

Why was she here?

She tried to sit up.

Her head spun.

Her stomach lurched.

Her head was throbbing and dizzy and it felt like her entire world was tilting on its axis and her brain was going to explode.

She clutched at her head, groaning. It felt like the world was spinning and tilting around her, her body swaying and she felt dizzy.

"Ugh." She groaned. "Alex...?"