Chapter 74: A Vampire Who Doesn’t Drink Blood
Roku chuckles softly at my proposal, her eyes sparkling with warmth. "Yes... I’ll follow you. I’ll be faithful to you, Jacob." She pauses before adding with a shy giggle, "I like you. You’re different from every vampire I’ve met before. You act more like a kind human than those damned bloodsuckers."
Her words hit me with unexpected sweetness. I smile as she sits up on the bed, still wrapped in the towel, her ears twitching happily.
"I want to take a bath now," she says, "but first... can we exchange numbers?"
She reaches for an old, cracked phone on the bedside table. The device looks ancient — the screen is badly scratched, and the casing is held together with thick strips of tape. I give her my number and call it so she can save the contact. A second later, my own phone vibrates.
"I texted you," she says with a bright smile.
I check the message and save her number immediately. "Good. I’m going outside for some fresh air. Take your time."
I leave the dorm room and gently close the door behind me. The hallway is quiet. As I walk toward the exit, my thoughts drift back to Roku.
Why is she using such an old, worn-out phone? As an E-Rank adventurer, she should easily afford something decent. Something is clearly draining her money. She has no parents or siblings, yet none of her earnings show on her. Her hands are heavily calloused from constant weapon training. Even if she starts making more money from porn, the same cycle could continue if someone is exploiting her. A strange protective instinct rises inside me. I don’t want to push her too hard yet, but I make a mental note to dig deeper later.
I step outside into the cool evening air. The studio complex is brightly lit, but the fresh breeze feels good against my skin after the intense shoot. I take a deep breath, trying to clear my head.
Suddenly, I bump into someone solid. I look up to see Lola standing directly in front of me, her arms crossed beneath her massive breasts. The centaur wears a deep scowl on her beautiful face, her horse-like lower body stomping one hoof angrily against the pavement.
"You jerk!" she snaps, jabbing her finger hard into my chest. "You’ve been avoiding me! I asked Lasawani for your house address, and she refused to give it to me!"
Her powerful horse legs stomp again, making the ground tremble slightly. Her tail swishes furiously behind her. Seeing such a tall, voluptuous centaur throw a childish tantrum makes the corner of my mouth twitch.
Before she can continue scolding me, I reach forward and pinch her stiff nipple through her thin blouse, lightly twisting it between my fingers.
Lola’s eyes widen.
"You must’ve missed my cock a lot to be this angry," I tease with a smirk.
Her face instantly turns bright red. She stammers, clearly flustered. "Y-you pervert! You always think about lewd things!" She glances around nervously. "What if someone saw you pinching my nipple like that?!"
My smirk only widens. I step closer, closing the gap between us, and boldly fondle both of her heavy breasts through her blouse, squeezing them like toys. They feel unbelievably soft and full in my hands.
"Uwaaaah!" Lola cries out, her voice cracking. Her front hooves paw helplessly at the ground. "I... I give up on being angry..."
I chuckle darkly and continue playing with her tits, rolling her nipples between my fingers. "I own you, Lola. I don’t care if anyone sees me touching what belongs to me."
Lola’s face burns even hotter. Lowering her voice to a whisper, she glances around anxiously. "Don’t... don’t say things like that out here." She shifts her powerful horse body uncomfortably before suggesting, "Let’s talk somewhere more private... outside."
Lola and I walk side by side to a nearby restaurant just outside the studio complex. Her powerful horse lower body clops loudly against the pavement with every step, drawing curious glances from passersby. Once we enter the restaurant, the staff quickly brings out a long reinforced bench for Lola due to her enormous centaur size. Thankfully, they seat us in a private VIP section surrounded by tall barricades for extra privacy.
I sit on a normal chair while a large plate of boiled crabs with a side of rich sauce is placed in front of me. Lola’s serving, however, is on an entirely different level. They bring her a massive bowl containing at least fifty boiled crabs, along with an equally absurd oversized bowl of sauce. The sheer amount of food in front of her makes her cheeks flush bright red with embarrassment. Her long ears twitch nervously as she stares at the mountain of food.
I don’t react at all. I simply pick up a crab and start eating. Seeing that I don’t mind her enormous appetite, Lola slowly regains her confidence. She digs in enthusiastically, cracking shells and devouring the crabs with surprising elegance.
While we eat, Lola glances at me and frowns slightly. "You look paler than before, Jacob. You haven’t been feeding on blood, have you?"
I pause mid-bite. She’s right. The last time I drank blood was from Lola herself. Before I can answer, she suddenly slams her palm against the table, making the dishes rattle loudly.
"Why aren’t you drinking blood? It’s essential for a vampire! If you keep this up, you could turn into a crazed bloodlust monster and get hunted down by the Guild!" She leans forward, her large breasts pressing against the edge of the table. "If you need blood, just ask me. I’m all yours. You can take as much as you want from me."
Realizing she had been shouting, Lola suddenly stops. Her expression softens with regret. "Sorry... I didn’t mean to lecture you like that."
I wipe my hands and look at her calmly. "It’s fine. I’ve actually been feeling strange lately, but I didn’t connect it to blood thirst. Honestly, I haven’t drunk blood since the last time you gave me yours."
Lola’s eyes widen in genuine shock. "You... you haven’t had any blood since then? That’s impossible. I’ve never heard of a vampire with this much control over their thirst." She studies me carefully. "You really don’t act like a vampire at all, Jacob."
I furrow my brows slightly.
She’s right. If I keep behaving like this, people will eventually grow suspicious. I need to start acting more like a proper vampire.
I smile at her and change the subject. "If you care about me this much, why don’t you come over for dinner? You can meet my wives."
Lola’s eyes light up instantly. "Hell yeah! I’d love to come!"
"I’m inviting one more person too," I add. "She’ll be joining the crew in the future."
Lola tilts her head curiously, her ears perking up. "Who?"
"Roku. The cat-woman I had a shoot with today."
At that exact moment, my phone vibrates. I check the screen and see a message from Roku:
{I’ll come for dinner. Thank you for inviting me.}
