My Three Beautiful Vampire Wives can hear my Inner Thoughts-Chapter 177: Fainted Overgod

"I refuse this... I refuse this... I refuse this..."

The words came out of Cain’s mouth in a low, broken murmur, repeating under his breath like something he was trying to carve into reality itself through sheer will. His hands trembled slightly at his sides, not from weakness alone, but from something deeper, something that had begun to press against him from the inside.

The feeling had not gone away.

That resistance.

That invisible force that pushed back every time he tried to move against the blood pact.

It was still there.

Still watching.

Still controlling.

Pam stood close, her brows drawn tight as she watched him struggle, her earlier emotions pushed aside by something far more urgent.

"You’re in a terrible shape..."

Her voice softened, but there was no hesitation in it now.

"...Tell me what I can do to help you."

Cain’s breathing grew uneven.

His thoughts moved fast.

Too fast.

"...There has to be a way."

Breaking it directly had failed.

Forcing it had failed.

Weakening it had barely done anything.

Then—

A thought surfaced.

Strange.

Desperate.

But logical in its own twisted way.

If the pact controlled his feelings...

If it blocked his connection to others...

Then maybe—

"...Force a connection."

His eyes lifted to her.

"Pam."

She straightened slightly.

"Yes?"

His voice came out low.

"...Be intimate with me."

Silence fell instantly.

Pam froze.

"...What?"

Her eyes widened, the words not fully registering at first.

"...You’re joking."

"I’m not."

His gaze did not move.

"I need to test something."

Her face flushed faintly, confusion mixing with disbelief.

"...Now?"

"...Here?"

"Yes."

There was no hesitation in his tone.

Only urgency.

Pam swallowed.

"...You’re serious..."

Cain nodded once.

"...If this works..."

"...It might create a gap."

"...A moment where the pact weakens."

She hesitated.

Her fingers curled slightly.

"...You’re asking me to..."

Her voice dropped.

"...Right now?"

Cain stepped closer.

"...I need you to trust me."

That was all he said.

And for some reason—

That was enough.

Pam took a slow breath.

Her heart beat faster, not just from the situation, but from everything that had already been said between them.

"...Alright..."

Her voice came out softer now.

"...I’ll try."

She stepped closer.

Very close.

Close enough that she could feel the faint warmth coming from his body.

Her hands lifted slowly, almost uncertain at first, before gently resting against his chest, as if testing whether he would pull away.

He didn’t.

Cain stood still.

Watching.

Feeling.

Waiting.

"...Like this?"

Her voice was quiet.

"Yes."

He reached out.

His hand moved toward her arm.

Slow.

Controlled.

Their skin—

Almost touched.

But the moment it did—

Something happened.

A sharp reaction.

Not visible.

But real.

Cain’s hand stopped mid-motion.

His body tensed.

"...What..."

A strange sensation ran through him.

Not pain.

Not exactly.

But something close to rejection.

As if his own body refused the contact.

Pam frowned.

"...Did you feel that?"

Cain tried again.

This time forcing his hand forward.

Their skin met—

For a fraction of a second.

Then—

He pulled back.

Not by choice.

His fingers curled as if burned.

"...It’s repelling..."

Pam’s expression changed.

"...Repelling?"

"...The pact..."

His voice lowered.

"...It’s rejecting you."

She stared at him.

"...Rejecting... me?"

Her hand moved again, this time trying to take his.

"...Wait—"

Their fingers brushed.

And again—

That same reaction.

A sharp resistance.

A force that did not allow the contact to settle.

It was as if something invisible stood between them, refusing to let them cross that line.

Pam’s breath caught.

"...No way..."

Cain’s jaw tightened.

"...Again."

"What?"

"...Try again."

Her hesitation was clear this time.

"...Cain..."

"Again."

There was something in his voice that made her move.

She reached out once more.

Slower this time.

Careful.

Their hands came close.

Closer.

And again—

That invisible barrier pushed back.

Harder this time.

Cain’s expression twisted.

"...No..."

He stepped forward.

Forcing the distance to close.

Their bodies nearly touched—

And this time—

The reaction exploded.

His entire body jerked.

A violent rejection surged through him, not just at the point of contact, but throughout his entire system.

"Ghk—!"

A choked sound escaped his throat.

Blood rose instantly.

He turned his head—

And vomited.

Dark red splattered across the floor.

Pam stepped back in shock.

"Cain!"

His breathing grew ragged.

His veins stood out along his neck and arms, pulsing unnaturally as the blood pact reacted violently to what he was trying to do.

"...Again..."

His voice came out strained.

"...We’re not done."

"Are you insane?!"

Her voice broke.

"You’re getting hurt!"

"It means it’s working."

"It’s killing you!"

"It’s resisting!"

He wiped his mouth roughly.

"...That means we’re close."

Pam shook her head.

"...No... this isn’t right..."

But Cain stepped forward again.

"...One more time."

"...Cain, stop!"

"...One more time."

His voice carried a force she had not heard before.

Desperation.

Not loud.

But deep.

Pam hesitated.

Her hands trembled.

But slowly—

She reached out again.

"...Just... one more..."

Their hands moved toward each other.

Closer.

Closer—

And the moment they touched—

Cain’s body convulsed.

"—!!"

Another surge.

Stronger than before.

His knees buckled slightly as more blood forced its way up his throat.

He coughed violently, crimson spilling onto the floor again.

Pam rushed forward instinctively.

"Stop!"

She grabbed his shoulders—

And the reaction hit again.

Both of them felt it this time.

A violent push.

Like two forces clashing.

Pam staggered back.

"...It won’t let us..."

Her voice trembled.

"...It won’t even let us touch..."

Cain steadied himself, his breathing rough, his body visibly strained.

"...Again..."

"No!"

She stepped back further.

"...Look at you!"

His veins pulsed unnaturally, his body struggling under the backlash, his control barely holding as the pact punished every attempt to go against it.

"...You’re hurting yourself!"

"It’s necessary..."

"No, it’s not!"

Her voice broke.

"...This isn’t a solution!"

Cain wiped the blood from his mouth again.

"...We just need to push further..."

"You’re going to die!"

He let out a low breath.

"...Like hell I can die."

His gaze lifted slightly.

"...Worst case..."

"...I just won’t be able to move anymore."

Pam froze.

"...That’s not better!"

She clenched her fists.

"...This pact..."

Her voice lowered.

"...It’s too strong..."

She looked at him, her expression filled with worry now.

"...Even if you kill yourself..."

"...It won’t solve anything."

Cain’s lips twitched slightly.

"...Then I won’t die."

Silence followed.

Then—

Pam took a step back.

"...I’ll find someone."

Her voice steadied.

"...Someone who understands this..."

"...An expert on blood contracts..."

Cain shook his head slightly.

"...It’s useless—"

The words stopped.

His mouth froze mid-sentence.

His expression changed.

"...What..."

He tried again.

"...It’s—"

Nothing.

Pam blinked.

"...What were you saying?"

Cain’s eyes narrowed.

"...I can’t..."

He tried to force it.

"...It’s useless..."

Nothing came out.

His jaw tightened.

"...Again..."

"...It’s useless..."

Silence.

Pam’s expression slowly changed.

"...You can’t say it..."

Cain exhaled slowly.

"...The pact..."

"...It’s blocking even that..."

Pam’s chest tightened.

"...So you can’t even tell me not to help you?"

He gave a small nod.

"...Looks like it."

Her hands clenched.

"...Then I’ll help you anyway."

Cain looked at her.

"...You won’t stop me."

This time—

He did not try to argue.

Not because he agreed.

But because he knew—

He couldn’t.

The room fell quiet again.

Heavy.

Thick.

The weight of everything pressing down harder than before.

Cain took a step forward—

Then—

His vision blurred.

"...Ah..."

His body swayed slightly.

The strain.

The backlash.

Everything he had forced onto himself finally caught up.

Pam’s eyes widened.

"Cain?"

He tried to steady himself.

"...I’m fine..."

But his legs gave out.

His body collapsed forward.

Pam rushed to catch him.

"Cain!"

He didn’t respond.

His eyes closed.

His breathing slowed.

And then—

Nothing.

"...Cain...?"

Her voice trembled.

She shook him slightly.

"...Cain!"

No response.

Her grip tightened.

"...Cain!"

Silence.

Her heart pounded.

"...Cain! Cain! Cain!"