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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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I'm not much of a cook, I'm an order maker

She would have liked to go back and nap, but while she was trying to sneak off to make - or...well. Alright. She didn't 'make' breakfast, but she did order and collect it!

She was...

Not Lyov, after all. If she tried to go and make breakfast in the literal sense, maybe even her own Snowball would abandon her.

When she first became empress she wasn't totally without skill in cooking.

If she was, she chose to selectively ignore and misremember this.

But!

Even if, maybe, it was possible...

She maybe.

Made some food, that her husbands definitely didn't just pretend to enjoy!!!

Well, her abilities had atrophied even more since then. So she just couldn't make herself food. Especially, she couldn't make Snowball any food, that would be cruel. And also!

ALSO.