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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 · 奇幻言情
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622 Chs

I'm not an orator, I'm just a talker

The crowd was cheering loudly and eagerly, and there were hundreds of people gathered in the great plaza in the capital.

The crowd was made of people of all classes and stations in life. The festival had drawn in people from all walks of life, all eager to celebrate and take part in the festivities of their Empress' wedding to the Prince of Pristan.

Isabelle smiled.

There were no boos, no hissing, no angry glares, no people holding up signs - or throwing them - with hateful things on them.

Just.

Her people.

Cheering for her.

It made her feel warm inside.

She could not let herself get choked up and emotional and teary eyed. She had to keep her wits about her, had to focus. If she got distracted she would fumble and ruin everything!

So she took a breath, steadied herself, and spoke.