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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 starving my pet, I'm just a groggy mama

She stretched and hummed.

This was interrupted by a kitten booping his snout into her face in the most adorable possible way. Her attempt to draw in a nice deep morning sigh was ruined as she broke out into giggles instead.

She peeked one eye open. Her cute cat loomed over her, eyes wide and alert, ears perked.

He stared at her like she was a riddle to be solved.

"Ye--oomf-!"

Her little cat booped her in the face with his snout immediately before she could speak. His bright blue eyes were huge as he examined her. His fuzzy face was soft against hers. His whiskers tickled.

Her brain scrambled to process what he wanted from her. What had woken her up so abruptly?

"...You want belly scritches. Right?" She said after a moment's hesitation. "Snowball. Please. My fluffy son. Let me sleep in just a little while longer."