My Three Beautiful Vampire Wives can hear my Inner Thoughts-Chapter 187: Intense Rivalry of Hearts

How did I end up in this place again?

The thought rose slowly in Cain’s mind, not as a calm question but as something tangled and restless, something that refused to settle no matter how much he tried to force it into place. His thoughts scattered the moment they formed, breaking apart into fragments that did not connect, each one pulling him in a different direction as he tried to make sense of the situation he had found himself in.

His body remained still, but inside, everything was moving too fast.

He could still feel them.

Their warmth.

Their closeness.

Their presence pressed against him in a way that made it impossible to think clearly.

This is bad.

The realization formed, heavy and undeniable.

This is very bad.

He had faced countless battles, had stood against beings that could tear apart entire worlds, had walked through destruction and chaos without hesitation, and yet now, in this moment, with three women pressed against him, looking at him with concern, with warmth, with something far too dangerous for him to accept, he found himself at a complete loss.

His mind scrambled.

Trying to find a way out.

Trying to regain control.

Trying to remember who he was.

But every thought kept circling back to the same problem.

They were too close.

"Cain..."

Ivira’s voice broke through his thoughts, soft but clear, her tone carrying concern that she did not bother to hide as she looked at him closely, her face still near his, her breath warm against him.

"...What’s wrong with you?"

Cornelia followed immediately, her voice calmer but no less serious, her eyes narrowing slightly as she studied his expression, as if trying to read something deeper beneath the surface.

"You’re acting strange."

Faith leaned in just a little more, her gaze gentle, her voice soft in a way that only made it harder for him to respond properly.

"...Did something happen?"

Their voices surrounded him.

Close.

Too close.

Cain’s face heated up further, the warmth creeping up his neck, reaching his ears as his thoughts stumbled over themselves, unable to form a proper answer.

Inside his head, he snapped.

What the hell is wrong with you?

His own voice echoed harshly within his mind, far colder than anything he would say out loud.

You are an Overgod.

A being who stood above countless existences.

A being who had crushed enemies without hesitation.

A being who had endured things that would drive anyone else insane.

And yet—

You can’t even handle this?

His jaw tightened slightly.

Pathetic.

The word came sharp and unforgiving.

Pathetic.

You are being cornered by three women.

Three.

His thoughts grew harsher.

You have faced gods.

You have faced death.

You have faced annihilation itself.

And this—

This is what breaks you?

His face burned even more.

"...Get a grip..."

He muttered under his breath, barely audible, his eyes lowering slightly as if avoiding their gaze would somehow help.

But it didn’t.

Because they didn’t move away.

If anything—

They leaned closer.

"Cain..."

Ivira called again, her voice softer this time, her brows slightly furrowed as she watched him carefully, her earlier confusion now mixed with something that felt dangerously close to concern.

"...You’re not answering."

Cornelia’s hand shifted slightly against his arm, her touch grounding, her tone firmer now.

"If something is wrong, say it."

Faith tilted her head slightly, her eyes searching his face, her voice gentle but persistent.

"...We’re here."

Cain swallowed.

His mind spun.

Why are they like this?

The question came suddenly.

Why do they sound like that?

Something about their voices—

Something about the way they spoke—

Felt different.

It felt...

"...Are they teasing me...?"

The thought slipped in before he could stop it, and the moment it formed, his entire body tensed slightly.

But when he looked at them—

They didn’t look like they were teasing him.

Not at all.

Ivira’s expression was serious, her eyes focused on him, her face still carrying that faint redness from earlier.

Cornelia looked just as composed, though there was a softness there that he rarely saw, her gaze steady, her posture close but not forceful.

Faith looked at him with pure concern, her eyes gentle, her expression warm.

Innocent.

All of them.

Completely.

Utterly.

Innocent.

And yet—

They were still too close.

Way too close.

Ivira leaned just a little more forward, her face nearing his, her voice lowering slightly.

"...Cain..."

Cornelia adjusted slightly, her shoulder brushing more firmly against him, her presence steady, unyielding.

Faith moved closer as well, her head tilting just enough that her face came closer to his line of sight, her eyes bright.

The distance between them shrank.

Again.

And again.

And again.

Cain’s breath hitched.

His heart started beating faster.

His mind screamed.

This is bad.

This is really bad.

"How..."

The thought came in panic.

"How can’t I resist this...?"

He had resisted temptation before.

He had resisted power, desire, even death itself.

And yet—

This—

This was something else entirely.

The more he tried to push it away, the stronger it felt.

The more he told himself to stay calm, the more his body reacted.

"This blood pact..."

His thoughts turned sharp again, trying to regain control.

"I need to understand it."

Because no matter what he did—

The stronger he became—

The less control he seemed to have over this.

It didn’t make sense.

It went against everything he knew.

And that alone made it dangerous.

Very dangerous.

Then—

A knock.

Sharp.

Clear.

Breaking through the tension like a blade cutting through cloth.

All three of them turned their heads toward the door at the same time, their attention pulled away from him instantly.

Cain froze for a second.

And then—

Relief.

Pure.

Unfiltered.

Relief.

"...Saved..."

He thought, his shoulders relaxing just a little, his body finally getting a brief moment to breathe.

"Come in."

Cornelia said calmly.

The door opened.

And then—

She stepped in.

Cain’s eyes widened slightly.

"...Pam...?"

The name formed quietly in his mind as he looked at her, his thoughts momentarily clearing as recognition settled in.

Hmmm.

He narrowed his eyes slightly.

Isn’t that Pam?

Memories surfaced.

Clear.

Sharp.

Her confession.

The way she had looked at him.

The way she had spoken.

And more importantly—

The fact that she remembered.

Just like him.

She retained her past life.

Everything.

Just like he did.

They had shared something before.

Something real.

Something that should have meant something.

And yet—

He felt nothing.

Not even a trace.

No warmth.

No pull.

Nothing.

Cain froze.

Because the moment that thought fully formed—

Another memory followed.

Stronger.

More dangerous.

The last time he tried to feel something for her.

The moment he tried to be affectionate.

The moment he allowed himself to think—

And then—

Darkness.

Pain.

Punishment.

The blood pact.

It had stopped him.

It had crushed him.

It had made it clear—

He was not allowed.

Cain’s breath slowed.

"...So that’s how it is..."

He thought quietly.

But then—

The air changed.

It became heavy.

Thick.

Almost suffocating.

The three sisters—

Who could hear his thoughts—

Went still.

Completely still.

And then—

Something rose from them.

Not visible.

But felt.

A pressure.

Cold.

Dangerous.

Terrifying.

Their auras leaked out, not in a wild or uncontrolled way, but in a way that made the entire room feel smaller, tighter, as if the walls themselves were reacting to it.

At the same time—

Pam stepped forward.

And from her—

Came something just as strong.

Just as intense.

But different.

It wasn’t cold.

It wasn’t calm.

It was filled with hostility.

With intent.

For her—

The situation was clear.

Cain could not feel anything for her.

Not because he didn’t want to.

But because he was bound.

Trapped.

By them.

By the blood pact.

And her goal—

Was just as clear.

Break it.

No matter what.

The room tightened further.

The air pressed down.

Invisible forces clashed without sound, without movement, without any visible sign other than the weight that continued to build.

Cain felt it.

Not fully.

But enough.

"...What..."

He frowned slightly.

"...What is this...?"

Something was happening.

Something he couldn’t see.

But could feel.

The space around him seemed to tremble under pressure that had no form, no shape, no direction, yet was undeniably there.

The silence stretched.

Heavy.

Unbearable.

As if the room itself was about to collapse under the weight of something unseen.

And just as it reached its peak—

The door opened again.

Another presence entered.

Breaking everything.

The pressure vanished.

The tension snapped.

The invisible clash ended.

And a calm, respectful voice filled the room.

"You are all summoned."