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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 scatterbrained, I'm hyperfocused 2

He was so soft.

This man...

The moment his lips brushed hers, he melted into her.

Melted.

Like she could break him, shatter his soul with a single touch.

Like she had him wrapped around her little finger.

Yet even as his arms loosely encircled her, like a tender lover holding on but not daring to squeeze or crush his beloved, he felt more solid, more there, than anything she'd ever felt in her entire life.

Even as his kiss was a fragile whisper that begged her not to hurt him, there was no fear in it.

And what she tasted...

There was no insecurity.

Just...

Loving acceptance.

Warmth.

Home.

She breathed him in and she drowned.

Everything he was, everything she could never be.

It washed over her and cleansed her soul.

A sinful demon seeking to drown, or a sinner swimming for the light.

It didn't matter.

He was...

This man...