My Three Beautiful Vampire Wives can hear my Inner Thoughts-Chapter 68: Suffering Blood Ancestors

Suddenly, deep within the ancient coffins, the Moonshade blood vampire elders began to struggle.

From the outside, nothing was visible at first.

The stone lids still trembled, the foul odor still leaked through the seams, and the blood mana continued to churn like a storm trapped underground.

Yet the vampires gathered in the hall felt it, a strange unease crawling up their spines, as if something deeply wrong was unfolding just beyond their sight.

"What’s happening inside?" one noble whispered, covering his nose as the smell worsened.

"Are the ancestors... moving?"

"They shouldn’t be able to awaken so suddenly."

Inside the coffins, the truth was far more humiliating.

The blood elders, ancient beings who had once ruled battlefields and slaughtered armies, were now trapped within their own petrified bodies, unable to move, unable to speak, unable even to groan.

Their blood mana flared violently, crashing against the inside of their veins like raging rivers, yet their limbs refused to obey them.

And worse than that, far worse, was the feeling spreading through their lower bodies.

A pressure.

A twisting, humiliating pressure they had not felt in centuries.

Vampires did not eat like mortals. They did not digest. Waste was refined into blood mana and expelled naturally, cleanly, without effort or shame. Pooping was a concept so far removed from their existence that many of these elders had forgotten it entirely.

And yet now.

No.

Impossible.

What is this sensation?

How come it’s too uncomfortable?

Is someone deliberately attacking?

What is happening?

Why feel this now?

What’s really going on?

The realization struck them one by one, followed immediately by horror.

Inside one coffin, an elder’s eyes snapped open wide, pupils shaking as the unbearable urge surged again. His face twisted, lips trembling as he tried to suppress it, blood mana flaring uncontrollably as if sheer power could force his body into obedience.

Endure.

I must endure.

I am an ancestor of the Moonshade family.

I cannot... I cannot disgrace myself.

But he immediately felt his body uncomfortably twisted, especially in his bottom part.

Whaaaat?

I must endure!

I must endure!

Another elder clenched his jaw so hard that cracks spread along the inside of his coffin, his thoughts screaming in silent panic.

This is an illusion. This must be an illusion.

How can blood cause this?

Is there someone who tried to harm us?

How can blood humiliate us like this?

What is this? It felt so bad!

Must endure! I’m sure it will come to pass!

Just let it pass! Just let it pass!

However, the elder immediately felt hell.

It’s been so long!?

Why was it getting intense instead?

What’s wrong with my body?

A third elder felt cold sweat form along his brow, his ancient dignity shattering under the relentless pressure. His blood mana surged, pushing against Cain’s altered blood inside him, but instead of relief, the sensation worsened, multiplying, spiraling into something almost unbearable.

Their faces, though hidden, told the story clearly. Veins bulged along their temples. Brows furrowed. Mouths twisted in agony and shame. Blood mana erupted inside their bodies, violent and chaotic, yet their muscles refused to respond.

They wanted to scream.

They wanted to roar.

They wanted to curse.

But not a single sound escaped the coffins.

Outside, the Moonshade vampires watched in growing confusion as the trembling intensified.

"Why aren’t they speaking?"

"They should have awakened by now."

"That blood... it smells wrong."

Meanwhile, Cain stood calmly, his expression relaxed, his eyes gleaming faintly with amusement.

He could feel everything.

Every pulse of blood mana.

Every frantic attempt to resist.

Every humiliating spasm they tried to suppress.

But still, he acted like he had no idea what’s going on inside.

Then, one by one, the eyes of the blood ancestors opened inside the coffins.

Red light flared behind ancient eyelids.

The moment their eyes opened, their instincts screamed at them to roar, to announce their awakening, to assert dominance over the descendants who had dared disturb their slumber.

Their mouths opened.

But somehow...

Nothing came out...?

Outside, Cain’s eyes flashed crimson. He wanted to laugh but he held it in.

In his mind, when he’s now calm from laughing, he mutters.

Blood Bend!

His voice was cold and sharp.

But the effect happened in an instant, inside the coffins, the elders’ bodies froze completely.

It was as if invisible chains wrapped around their veins, their muscles, their very marrow. Their blood mana, once their greatest pride, now betrayed them, responding not to their will, but to Cain’s.

The terror that followed was pure and absolute.

What is this?

Who is controlling us?

This is not possible!

We are ancestors!

We are—

Their thoughts cut off as the pressure surged again, more intense than before, their humiliation deepening as their ancient pride cracked.

Cornelia watched the coffins tremble and felt a chill crawl up her spine.

She glanced at Cain.

His lips were curved upward.

He’s enjoying this too much.

She bit her lip, rolled their eyes and then he acted.

With a swift motion, she cut her palm, just enough for blood to bead at the surface. Her blood glowed softly, rich and powerful, carrying the unmistakable aura of something far above ordinary vampires.

The blood lifted into the air, suspended by her will, then separated into ten streams that drifted gently toward the coffins.

"I want this done," Cornelia muttered under her breath. "Now."

The blood slipped into the coffins through the cracks, seeping inside like warm rain.

Cain’s eyes widened slightly.

Does she know what’s happening inside?

Inside the coffins, the effect was immediate.

The elders were still suffering, still trapped, still humiliated beyond words, when Cornelia’s blood entered their bodies.

The sensation was completely different from Cain’s altered blood. Where his blood twisted and disrupted, hers soothed and reinforced, flooding their veins with refined power.

Their suffering did not vanish.

But something else awakened.

Their bloodlines stirred.

Dormant potential long thought lost suddenly flickered to life.

Their blood mana stabilized, refined, grew denser.

Cain felt it instantly.

The moment he sensed the change, his amusement vanished.

His mental grip faltered.

Wait.

No.

These bastards are lucky?!

His expression darkened as realization hit him.

Cornelia’s body had been nourished by his Overgod blood. Her blood carried traces of that power, refined, stabilized, and now pure. By giving her blood to the ancestors, she was feeding them something precious.

Damn it.

They benefited from these too.

The elders inside the coffins felt it too.

Amid humiliation and suffering, a spark of joy ignited.

Our bloodline... is improving?

This power...

This blood mana! 𝑓𝑟ℯ𝘦𝓌𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝑐ℴ𝓂

It’s real.

They could feel their limits cracking, their ancient stagnation loosening, evolution finally stirring after centuries of forced sleep.

Cain clicked his tongue in irritation.

Tch.

He released his control.

The invisible chains snapped.

Inside the coffins, the elders gasped as their bodies were finally freed, their blood mana surging wildly as control returned to them all at once.

Outside, the trembling reached its peak.

The coffins shook violently.

Cracks spread across their surfaces.

The foul odor intensified.

The Moonshade vampires shouted in alarm.

"What’s happening now?!"

"The coffins—!"

"They’re breaking!"

With a thunderous roar, all ten coffins burst open at once.