The next day, I wake up feeling an intense urge to drink blood. My body is drenched in sweat even though the room is extremely cold. As a vampire, I’m supposed to drink blood every once in a while, but since reincarnating into this body, I haven’t drunk any.

When I glance to the side, I notice that Lola is no longer sleeping beside me. I get up from the bed and realize I’m stark naked. My pants and underwear are lying neatly folded on the couch.

What the hell happened?

While I’m lost in thought, the door to the room suddenly opens and Lola comes in with a tray of food in her hands. She gently places the food on the bedside table and remains standing, looking at me with a blank expression, her eyes gazing down at my morning erection.

She doesn’t seem fazed in the slightest. I guess Centaurs are really built differently.

"I took off your clothes this morning because you were sweating a lot despite the cold temperature of the room. I figured out what was wrong with you eventually. You haven’t been feeding on blood for a long time, why?" she suddenly asks, walking to the fridge, opening it, and rummaging through for something.

"Because I find it hard to ask someone to let me drink their blood. Also, blood packs are ridiculously expensive, and getting used to them would be a problem as a vampire since some contain addictive substances," I answer truthfully.

Lola pulls out something from the fridge—a small bottle containing a red liquid. I instantly recognize it and gulp involuntarily as she walks toward me.

"That kind of sucks. I understand that a blood-addicted vampire is more dangerous than an assassin sent to kill you. I have a friend who’s a vampire. I learned a lot about them from her. That’s why I preserved some of my blood for you," she says, handing me the bottle.

"Isn’t this too much blood?" I ask, noticing she has one finger wrapped in a bandage. That must have been where she drained it.

"This is such meager blood compared to the amount I have. Don’t worry, I used to give my friend my blood back then, so I’m used to it," she says with a bright smile.

"T-Thank you," I mutter. I open the bottle and begin drinking. I only unlatch my mouth after draining every single drop.

"Now, that should calm you down. I got breakfast for us after Lasawani unlocked the door. She said our shoot will take place in about an hour, so you need to build some strength," she says, collecting the empty bottle from me and pushing the tray with meat broth toward me.

"You sure know how to take care of a man. Or are you simply pitying me?" I ask with a teasing smile, and her face instantly turns red.

"D-Don’t say such things. I’m doing it because—because, fine! You win!" She says with a pout, turning her back to me.

This girl really is cute.

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Right now, we are inside the studio where our shoot is going to take place. Lola and I are staring intensely at the scripts they gave us while the director smokes a cigar in the corner along with the cameraman, who seems newly hired.

The director is a disheveled mature human male in his early forties, with rough curly hair and heavy dark bags under his eyes like he hasn’t slept for over six months. The cameraman is also a human male, standing about five-foot-one with a stocky, muscular build. He has black eyes and jet-black hair slicked down with excessive gel, and a pair of glasses perched on his nose.

"Are the cameras set?" A familiar voice asks, entering the studio.

"Yeah, just leave my job to me," the director says in a grumpy voice, glancing over at Lasawani before continuing to smoke. 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖

"You...why are you smoking on set? I’m going to report you to the boss!" Lasawani fires at him. The director ignores her, and the cameraman stumbles to the other side of the set, pretending to adjust the camera.

Seeing him ignore her, Lasawani fumes and walks toward us. "How is it going?" she asks, her arms folded.

"I’m done reading the script, though Lola is still skimming through it," I say, glancing over at her. She looks very serious.

"Very well, don’t disappoint me. I’m heading out now," she says. I nod, watching her leave.

I look back at the script in my hand. It wasn’t all that bad. For this shoot, I have to dress as a hero and save wounded Lola from a goblin. As payback for saving her, Lola will offer me her virginity, and as the hero I have to accept and fuck her. It’s such a simple script, yet hard to execute without it looking forced. But well, most people watching porn don’t actually care about the plot, which is why pornstars easily get away with shitty plots and cringe dialogue.

When I glance over at Lola, I notice that her face is red, including her slightly elongated ears which are pink from embarrassment.

"Is there a problem?"

"N-No, I’m just nervous," she answers truthfully.

"Are you guys done with the script?" The director suddenly asks, walking toward us with his slouched posture.

Honestly, I feel like punching this guy in the face because he was supposed to give us the script since yesterday, but Lasawani said he kept delaying it. Still, getting on the director’s bad side would ruin my plans.

"Yes, we are done." I answer for both of us.

"Great, bring in the costume designers and mage," the director says. The cameraman walks out and soon returns with a few people carrying lots of boxes. Among them is a human male in a robe and pointy hat—I instantly realize this is the mage.

The mage quickly goes to the back of the room and begins drawing strange runes across several square meters of the floor with chalk, placing Mana crystals at different points. Once done, he casts a spell, and a blinding flash of light emerges from the runes, making me squint.

When I finally open my eyes, that portion of the set now looks like a forest. It looks so realistic I would have been unable to tell if it were real or not if I hadn’t been present. Then I remembered that in the script, the setting is a forest where I would save the wounded Centaur from a goblin.

"Please take off your clothes. We’ll dress you in this armor," a meek-looking dwarf girl tells me, holding several pieces of armor and undergarments. At the same time, the others begin dressing Lola.