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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 · Fantasia
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580 Chs

I'm not dramatic, I'm empathic

"Are you alright?" He whispered in her ear as he wrapped his arms around her waist, holding her close, pressing his lips against the crown of her head.

He gently brushed strands of blonde hair aside to reveal more skin so he could plant tiny kisses upon her forehead. "Tell me, dearest...."

Her chest felt so tight she couldn't speak.

Instead, she burrowed her face into his shirt, sniffling softly as she gripped onto him, clinging tight to him like a lifeline, needing his comfort, needing to feel secure in his embrace.

She sobbed into his chest.

His strong arms cradled her close, firm. He rested his cheek atop her head, enveloping her within his warm embrace.

He kissed the top of her hair repeatedly. "It is alright...shhhh. Everything will be fine. Shhh, it will work out."

His words helped ease the painful tension coiling within her heart as he rocked her tenderly.