Chapter 53

At first, they were just little black dots on my head, then the sores healed and never inflamed again, and now I have strands of hair that are already 5 centimeters long! And from what I know, human hair would take months to grow to this size on its own!

My whole head is now covered in brown hair that grew a little thicker than the previous one, and it doesn't even look like I ever lived with painful sores.

I run my fingers through my hair, not believing it’s real, that it’s really happening to me, and when I look back at my face in the mirror, I realize that my eyes are filled with tears.

I think I’ve been too emotional since Kaleo said that the scent of our heat is softer now and should end soon. After that, technically, I should leave, but I don’t want to go. But if I stay, maybe I’ll be kicked out after he finds out I was a camgirl.

Okay, maybe not kicked out, because Kaleo isn’t like that.

But I don’t want him to regret choosing me, I don’t want to feel that if Kaleo could go back in time, he’d choose a virgin human from Earth instead.

But soon my emotional moment ends because Kaleo taps twice and enters the bathroom, so I quickly wipe my tears away and hope that the steam from the shower and the smell of soap will hide the scent of my anxiety.

“See? I told you they’d grow,” he says, smiling when he sees me in front of the mirror, and steps closer, now wearing pants. “They’ll reach your shoulders pretty quickly; this balm is really good.” He places one of his hands on my head and gently strokes my hair.

Of course, it’s great to have hair again. I spent two years hating looking at myself in the mirror without a wig, but I think seeing Kaleo react like it was nothing when I didn’t have the wig definitely changed something in me.

In the last month, I barely wore a wig, and every day I got a head scratch before bed. When I forgot the balm, Kaleo always applied it to me.

I regained my self-confidence seeing him not be an idiot with me, but I don’t think it’s exactly Kaleo’s race that’s responsible for all this kindness because his sister still looks at me strangely.

It has more to do with what each person finds important and beautiful, and for this big guy here, it seems like the only important and beautiful thing in the world is me, which is both lovely and crazy at the same time, and it makes me even more afraid of losing him.

“What are we doing today?” I ask, forcing a smile on my lips.

It’s no use just being anxious; I’m going to have to find a way to have this conversation with him today, once and for all. I’ve never been a coward, and I’m not going to start now, no matter how much it hurts, because Kaleo deserves the truth.

“You’re going to stay home, and I’m going hunting.”

“Hunting? Seriously?” I grimace because hunting is really not my thing, and I feel a chill inside just remembering that Kaleo stays side by side with those “lincoyos” to get food.

“We have to take advantage of the fact that the heat seems to be ending to restock,” he explains, and I know he’s right. On the worst days of the heat, Kaleo can’t stay away from me at all, and neither can I from him. It’s like there’s a magnet pulling us together.

“But when I get back, we’ll turn off the translator in your ear again, and I’ll keep teaching you more words in my language.”

“Okay then.” I nod and decide that when he gets back, instead of acting like nothing is happening, we’re going to talk.

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POV Kaleo

Where the hell are my damn boots?

I’ve already put on all my clothes for hunting while Melissa went to have breakfast, but I can’t find the boots I like to wear in the forest. They were made by my sister, and they’re very quiet.

I decide to look under the bed one more time, but now I notice something I hadn’t before, and it’s not my boots.

Did Melissa forget she has this other pink suitcase too?

My human brought some things from outside Selvaria, including something called a “lamp” that she managed to set up on the table next to the bed and turn on with a power source I got from the faleus. But maybe she forgot about this second suitcase because I never see her messing with it here. So, I pull the suitcase and press the buttons on the side, which soon open the pink, hard case.

Maybe she kept something precious inside, and I don’t want to invade her privacy, but... I think I’d do anything to find something that would convince Melissa to stay.

But when I look inside, I don’t understand anything. The smell is strange to me, it reminds me a bit of cleaning products I’ve smelled on ships I’ve been on, but at the same time, I can smell Melissa’s scent on it, so I know it’s really hers.

“What the hell is all this?” I mutter to myself, and the more I move things around, the more I find, which is starting to confuse me.

Everything is very colorful, there are no buttons, nothing to press, and the texture is soft, but some of these things have little balls, and others look a lot like my nyclo, to be honest.

Why would Melissa have a “tentacle” in her suitcase? A fake tentacle that is slightly cold and doesn’t move?

After some time handling the various pieces, I decide to grab the hologram on the table next to the bed to ask for help.

“Hologram, what is this?” I ask, and I realize that not everything is pointless. Among these colorful things, there are also small stick-like sculptures, just like the ones the females of Selvaria make!

It’s not uncommon for young females to use fake sticks to pleasure themselves, so they don’t feel pain when having sex. But I didn’t know Melissa had something like this.

“These are dildos, Kaleo,” the hologram responds, already knowing my name because Melissa set the machine up better.

“Dildos?” I furrow my brow, and now that I’m looking at the penis, I realize that everything here seems to be about the same size, and technically, everything here could be inserted exactly where a dick would go. “What are dildos?”

Does Melissa have a huge collection of sticks? Is this a human tradition?

“Dildos are sex toys.”

“How do humans use dildos?” I ask, just to make sure I’m imagining it right.

I would understand if it were one or two sculptures, maybe she needed to pleasure herself and found these things. But Melissa has A LOT of them, and two of them are really big, bigger than my own sticks.

How did she fit these inside her?!

“Here are some videos of humans using dildos to help you understand better,” the hologram says, showing me a list of little boxes in the air. I click the first one that appears, and soon after, a human woman with a white mask on her face appears on the hologram screen, holding a “dildo.”

The woman has long brown hair and pale skin, and immediately, I feel bad for watching this. I don’t want to see other females naked, I only want my Melissa, but something about her catches my attention, something that prevents me from turning off the hologram.

Slow, sensual music plays in the video, and the human is very beautiful, which makes my face burn with embarrassment. I don’t want to watch! I’m not interested in anyone else but my female, but there’s something about this woman that prevents me from even looking away.

Until I’m surprised by Melissa, who opens the bedroom door and catches me sitting on the floor, with her “dildo” suitcase open, while I watch another semi-naked woman on the hologram.

Shit!

“What are you doing?” she asks, frowning and sounding very suspicious, and only then do I realize what caught my attention so much.

The woman in the video has the same proportions as Melissa! And not only that, she has the exact same body as hers, from the thick thighs to the prominent, rounded belly. It’s like she’s an identical copy of my female!