The Sweet, Soft Incubus Can't Flirt, So the Vampire Lord Begs for Cuddles

[Western fantasy + pastoral living + multiple races and planes] Amy, a modern wellness blogger, transmigrates into a vampire world and becomes the poor-quality blood bag of a vampire baron. She’s nearly killed by being exploited and drained of blood, nearly killed after contracting a demon virus, nearly killed when the vampire baron drinks her poisoned blood, nearly killed when a mighty vampire earl and battle god tries to save her, and nearly killed after being exiled to a demon cavern... She calmly takes a sip of brown sugar and red date tea to settle her nerves. She still has to grow sugar beets to stay alive, after all~ The blood bags, fighting among themselves: How is she still alive? The racial tribunal: She’s still alive? Powerful men competing for her: She’s mine. The refugees and the dogs: She’s practically an angel. The believers: O Lord, please cleanse my body... The believers: I will follow your kindness and guidance forever... The believers: In the name of the Lord, grant me beauty. The believers: In the name of the Lord, illuminate all things. The believers: In the name of the Lord, may the Light God grant healing and rebirth. The believers: In the name of the Lord, shield me with light and drive the demons away! The believers: In the name of the Lord, unleash the holy light! I’m just a commoner. You smell delicious.