My Three Beautiful Vampire Wives can hear my Inner Thoughts-Chapter 186: Dangerous Awakening

Cain’s smile did not last.

It lingered for a moment, fragile and uncertain, before something deep inside him tightened again, like a thread being pulled too hard, like a feeling that refused to settle no matter how much he tried to convince himself that everything was fine.

His eyes moved.

Slowly.

Almost carefully.

As if he was afraid of what he might see if he looked too fast.

First—

Ivira.

She was right there, pressed against him, her body close, her white hair falling softly over his arm and chest, her presence warm and real in a way that made his breath catch again. Her face was close enough that he could see every detail, the faint color on her cheeks, the way her lips parted slightly as she looked at him, the way her eyes held a quiet confusion mixed with concern.

Then—

Cornelia.

She was just as close, her long curly hair brushing against his shoulder, her posture no longer stiff like before, but relaxed in a way that felt unfamiliar, her usual guarded nature nowhere to be seen as she leaned against him, her face turned slightly toward him, her expression softer than he had ever seen it before.

And then—

Faith.

She was closest.

Closer than the others.

Her head resting lightly against him, her long black hair falling over his arm, her eyes looking up at him with a kind of warmth that made something in his chest tighten again, her presence gentle but impossible to ignore.

Cain’s gaze returned to Ivira.

Then to Cornelia.

Then to Faith.

And then—

Back to Ivira again.

His eyes moved again.

Cornelia.

Faith.

Ivira.

Cornelia.

Faith.

Again.

And again.

And again.

His breathing slowed.

But his mind—

Did not.

It ran.

Fast.

Too fast.

Faster than he could control.

As if something about this scene refused to settle into something normal, as if something about it was wrong, too perfect, too close, too real in a way that made him uneasy.

Ivira.

Cornelia.

Faith.

All three of them.

In his arms.

Pressed against him.

Close enough that he could feel them breathing.

Close enough that he could feel their warmth.

Close enough that he could not ignore it.

His gaze repeated the cycle again, slower this time, his eyes lingering a little longer on each of them, as if trying to confirm that they were not going to disappear the moment he blinked.

Ivira.

Still there.

Cornelia.

Still there.

Faith.

Still there.

His throat moved slightly as he swallowed.

"...Holy shit..."

The words slipped out under his breath before he could stop them, quiet but filled with disbelief, his mind finally catching up just enough to form a thought that made sense.

"...Am I awake...?"

The question hung in the air, heavy and uncertain, as if even he did not fully believe it.

And then—

They spoke.

Not one at a time.

Not hesitantly.

But together.

Close.

Soft.

Concerned.

"Cain..."

Ivira’s voice came first, her tone lower than usual, her usual sharpness replaced by something warmer, something more careful as she looked at him.

"...You’re acting strange..."

Cornelia followed, her voice calm but filled with quiet worry, her eyes studying his face as if trying to understand what was going on inside him.

"...Did something happen...?"

Faith’s voice came last, softer than both of them, her expression filled with concern, her eyes gentle as she looked at him.

"...You look like you’re hurting..."

Cain froze.

Because the way they spoke—

The way they looked at him—

It didn’t feel distant.

It didn’t feel forced.

It didn’t feel like anything he had known before.

It felt close.

Too close.

"We don’t know what’s wrong," Ivira continued, her voice quieter now, her body leaning slightly more against him without hesitation, as if she had already decided that staying close was the right thing to do.

"But..."

Cornelia’s hand moved slightly, resting against his arm, her touch firm but careful, as if she was grounding him.

"We’ll stay."

Faith shifted just a little closer, her head resting more comfortably against him, her voice soft.

"...We’ll stay with you."

Their bodies moved.

Closer.

Not dramatically.

Not suddenly.

But enough.

Enough that Cain felt it.

Enough that it made his entire body tense again in a completely different way.

Because the closer they got—

The more he became aware of it.

Their warmth.

Their softness.

Their presence.

Everything.

"...Wait..."

His face began to heat up slightly, something unfamiliar creeping into his expression as his thoughts stumbled over themselves.

"...Why are they..."

Ivira adjusted slightly against him, her shoulder brushing more firmly against his chest.

Cornelia leaned in just a little more, her hair brushing against his neck.

Faith shifted her position, pressing closer in a way that felt far too natural.

Cain’s breath caught.

"...An Overgod..."

He thought to himself, his mind trying to grasp onto something stable.

"...Getting embarrassed...?"

His eyes widened slightly.

"...There’s no way..."

He forced a small breath out, trying to steady himself, trying to push down whatever this feeling was, trying to remind himself of who he was.

This isn’t real.

This isn’t normal.

This isn’t me.

"...This must be the blood pact..."

The thought came quickly, almost instinctively, as if his mind was searching for the easiest explanation, the safest answer, something that would let him distance himself from what he was feeling.

"...First they show me those deaths..."

His jaw tightened slightly.

"...And now this...?"

But then—

He stopped.

Completely.

His thoughts halted.

Not because he found an answer.

But because something else surfaced.

Something heavier.

Something harder to ignore.

Silence filled his mind.

Long.

Uncomfortable.

And slowly—

The three of them felt it.

They stopped moving.

They stopped speaking.

Their bodies remained close, but their attention shifted fully to him, sensing the change, sensing the weight that had suddenly settled in his presence.

Cain’s eyes lowered slightly.

"...Did the blood pact..."

He started quietly, his voice low, almost uncertain.

"...Show how they died...?"

The thought lingered.

Heavy.

Unavoidable.

"...Was that... my last life...?"

His chest tightened again.

"...Ivira..."

His gaze moved slightly toward her.

"...Was she cold to me... because I only chased her for Faith...?"

Ivira’s eyes widened slightly at that, confusion flashing across her face, but she didn’t interrupt.

"...And Cornelia..."

His gaze moved again.

"...She liked me... but it was one-sided...?"

Cornelia’s breath caught slightly, her body stiffening just a little.

"...And when I finally chased her..."

His voice dropped further.

"...She was heartbroken... because I only did it for Faith...?"

Cornelia’s lips parted slightly, but no words came out.

"...And Faith..."

His eyes softened slightly as they landed on her.

"...She thought I forgot her...?"

Faith’s expression changed, her eyes trembling slightly.

"...Because I was too busy chasing her sisters..."

The silence that followed felt suffocating.

Because none of them had answers.

And neither did he.

Then—

Suddenly—

"No."

The word exploded inside his mind.

Sharp.

Clear.

Unyielding.

"No."

His eyes hardened slightly.

"I am an Overgod."

The thought rose stronger this time, pushing against everything else, forcing its way to the front of his mind.

"I lived for a hundred million years."

His breathing steadied slightly.

"I have seen countless lives begin and end."

Memories surfaced.

Battlefields drenched in blood.

Worlds collapsing under his power.

Enemies rising and falling before him.

"I have faced death more times than I can count."

His jaw tightened.

"I have fought beings that could erase existence itself."

His gaze sharpened.

"I have endured pain that would break any mortal mind."

His fingers curled slightly.

"I have lost."

"And I have won."

"I have survived everything."

The weight of his existence pressed down on him again.

Solid.

Unshakable.

"So how..."

His thoughts hardened further.

"...How could I fall in love...?"

The answer came quickly.

Cold.

Simple.

"I can’t."

He held onto that.

Firmly.

"This is the blood pact."

Nothing more.

Nothing less.

"These feelings..."

"They are not mine."

"They are forced."

"They are created."

"They are not real."

Meanwhile—

The three of them moved again.

Closer.

Without hesitation.

Without doubt.

Their bodies pressed against him once more, their warmth returning, their presence impossible to ignore.

Cain’s face turned red.

More than before.

"...W-Wait..."

Inside his mind, his thoughts scrambled again.

"...Don’t get so close..."

He pleaded silently.

"...This is bad..."

But his body—

Didn’t move.

His hands didn’t push them away.

His arms didn’t loosen.

"...Push them..."

He told himself.

"...Do it..."

But he couldn’t.

He didn’t.

Something stopped him.

Something stronger than his reasoning.

"...I’m an Overgod..."

He tried again.

"...I can resist this..."

His breath deepened slightly.

"...I must resist this..."

But the more he tried—

The harder it became.

Because they were right there.

Close.

Real.

Alive.

And then—

They looked up.

All three of them.

At the same time.

Their faces close.

Their eyes meeting his.

And in that moment—

They were all beautiful.

Not in a distant way.

Not in a detached way.

But in a way that felt real.

Too real.

Too close.

Cain’s thoughts stopped.

Completely.

"...Oh fuck."