The curtains in the scene were pulled down, the background and props were replaced. In just a few minutes, a small house that was just a research room scene had turned into a bedroom outside the window with a faint night and an ambiguous atmosphere.

On that piece of paper looks like Simmons, but in fact the bed underneath is full of cheap paper products.

At this time, Shiina Iori had already changed into a pair of black suit and trousers. Her upper body was a white long-sleeved shirt that was deliberately rubbed and had its buttons torn apart. Her cuffs were half-rolled, revealing her slender arms with fair skin and clear muscle lines.

When I came, my hairstyle was still a bit messy and had been carefully styled. With the pair of silky silk glasses exclusive to the gentle and scum, I could tell at a glance that she was a domineering president role.

In the venue, many female members of other teams frequently turned toward this direction.

His eyes seemed to be nailed to him, looking sticky.

Even many men couldn't help but feel a sense of frustration from the bottom of their hearts.

Pooh!

He is so pretty, he must have been more scumbag than many women!

Aiba Chiho was like a stripped-out little sheep, curled up timidly on the paper bed, with a look of fear and confusion.

A suspender in the dress slid down the snow-white shoulders.

The look was weak and helpless.

Shiina Iori held her head wall with one hand, and her body was parallel to Chiho and kept her kneeling posture, while lifting her hair with the other hand.

The two kept this movement, their eyes facing each other.

Chiho pursed his lips nervously.

My throat moved with difficulty.

The photography crew next to him finally called to start.

"Act 1! Lines!"

The middle-aged performance (assistant director) holding a small horn and shouted, then immediately stopped.

The high-rise radio microphone was hung over the prop hut.

Shiina Iori inhale gently inhales from her mouth and nose, keeping the distance between the two, tilting her head lightly, and her eyes flashing with evil intentions.

He spoke indifferently with an extremely natural expression:

"Why are you not obedient?"

"Do you have to eat your body inch by inch to prove what I said?"

"What's your relationship with that guy?"

"You can only have my taste in your body."

"If you want to escape, just run away desperately... No matter how far I will find a way to catch you."

"Don't worry, I'll be very light when I tie it up."

“…”

One sentence after another, and the voice gently coordinates with the changes in expressions and recites the lines.

All the lines are disrupted.

Because Shiina Iori is associated with a cute vampire boyfriend, he always maintains a sick and evil smile from the moment he starts to recite the lines.

There seemed to be a strange light in his eyes under his pair of gold-rimmed glasses.

Expression, expression, momentum.

All in place.

It’s like a beast who has always used gentle appearances as a disguise and suddenly peels off its skin.

Even though the movements did not change at all, the requirements for supervision and performance were maintained, the changes in expressions and tone alone made the people around him look sideways.

The middle-aged female audio supervisor with headphones was holding her headphones while constantly sucking in the air.

He patted his thighs hard.

【Acting +1】

【Acting: 50 (Expert)】

The actresses and female photographers who had only turned their heads frequently now don’t even care about preparations, so many of them come to see them.

Shiina Iori didn't even notice the system prompts, but just kept it on his own and his general imagination.

On the contrary, Chiho Aiba, who was pressed under him, twisted slightly.

It may not feel like watching from a distance, but in the immersive Chiho Aiba seems to have really become a female player in the plot targeted by the SSR sick vampire male protagonist.

The cold gaze slowly slid across the body.

Even the body couldn't stop trembling.

But there was a strange sense of excitement.

This feeling was not relieved until Shiina Iori's eyes moved away.

The breathing became a little heavier.

Shiina Iori turned around inexplicably and looked at the camera crew next to him who kept taking photos and videos of him.

He read all his lines back and forth twice.

Why no one called to stop yet?

Until the third time he finished reciting, he couldn't help but turn around and shout, "Yong Yuansang! Isn't it okay?"

Hearing this, Chiho Aiba suddenly reacted.

My throat moved with difficulty.

His face turned slightly red.

It was like a small fish that suddenly fell from the water to the ground.

Gasing heavily.

"ah?"

Yongyuan was stunned for a moment when he woke up from his dream in his performance, and immediately reacted, turned his head and looked at the sound supervisor next to him.

Nodded at the same time.

Yongyuan held a small trumpet in the performance: "Sakurai, please do the twelfth sentences just now to the seventeenth sentences again! Use a more evil feeling."

"yes."

It was not until I read the lines three times in a row that this scene finally passed.

"Card!"

When the scene was over in the Yeongyuan performance, Chiho Aiba was the first to jump out of the bed.

At this time, her face was really flushed, her sweat was soaked in her hair, and even her snow-white neck was red like a fire.

Qianho covered his little face with both hands, as if he wanted to cover the rising body with his hands.

The heart beats randomly.

She couldn't help but breathe deeply, but her mood couldn't calm down.

Iori...this is too awkward!

He clearly plays a very evil character, how can he give people this feeling?

Aiba Chiho shivered his little mouth and his legs were tightly closed.

However, before she could rest for a long time, Yongyuan began to greet the next scene in the performance.

"Everyone is here!"

"start!"

This time, Shiina Iori's move was to hug Chiho, who was the heroine, tightly in her arms and put her around her neck.

The two of them had wrinkled and warm clothes close to each other. Chiho Aiba's body was stiff like a little squirrel targeted by natural enemies, like a frozen stone.

However, when I felt the slight and warm breathing around my neck, I couldn't stop it and began to soften.

Shiina Iori's evil voice sounded in her ear again.

"It's obvious that he looks resistant, but the smell is unexpectedly good."

"Do you want to feel my temperature, too?"

"If it were now, your blood... should be warm, right?"

"I remember this smell."

“…”

Obviously, every word made people ashamed to find a gap in the bed to get in, but as long as Iori was held in his arms, Aoba Chiho felt like his whole body was uncontrollably limp.

However, this is an unexpected action that meets the supervision requirements.
To be continued...