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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 wiling away time, I'm getting through the night [R18] 2

His whole body quivered, goosebumps appearing all over his flesh. The look in his eyes made goosebumps scatter across her body in empathy.

Her husband truly was...

Just...

So pretty. So sweet. So endearing.

She reached down and began to gently undo his pants. Unlike his shirt, she didn't yank it all away at once this time, but handled him with proper reverence.

His head lolled to the side as he watched her, his eyelids drooping halfway, the lashes fluttering rapidly.

He grunted softly when her hand slid under his underwear to stroke his cock properly. It stood tall and proud, and just as pretty as her husband himself.

She smirked at his reaction and ran her thumbnail lightly along the tip, watching those emerald eyes of his roll into the back of his head.

He gasped and whined loudly, jerking violently underneath her hand.