Levy had set off a chain reaction, but Aibo had finally brought it under control.
He did it all on the sly. Stealth was the whole point.
He was extremely careful whenever he "snuck a bite" now. First, he swept the area with Magic Perception, then scanned it with Telepathy Magic to make sure no one would catch them.
Though it was getting hard to tell whether Aibo was sneaking a bite or someone else was sneaking one from him.
Every time, Levy would suddenly want a kiss. She'd shoot him a flirtatious look, get up to use the bathroom, and Aibo would have to teleport after her. She wouldn't let him leave until she'd had her fill of kisses.
Or he'd pass an empty room, and Juvia, who had been lying in wait, would reach out with a water tentacle, seize him, and drag him into her damp hideaway.
No matter how Aibo looked at it, he was the one getting the short end of the stick.
He liked kissing too, but neither of them played fair. They kept stirring up his desire to take things further, yet he couldn't make the first move. It was driving him crazy.
Mostly, he was too shy to ask Levy for help. Once or twice was fine, but if they kept at it, he had a feeling he might lose something.
Aibo decided he couldn't keep sinking into decadence. He started visiting the guild less often and threw himself back into his magical experiments.
There was always another experiment waiting for him.
For instance, his research into the Demon Men of Demon Island had been on hold for ages. He had originally planned to make a Magic Microscope to study them, but after learning Life Magic, he'd gained a way to analyze