Ending of the Second Selection

"Ahem, your name is Jessica, right?" Draco asked.

"No, it's Jessa," she replied.

A silver-haired young man stood in front of a purple-haired young lady. She wore a purple stone-like armor.

Draco nodded, then looked at the armor, a bit surprised. Before, when she tried stripping herself naked, Draco could see that her boobs were big, on par with Lyraea's own.

But now, when she wore her armor, it made her look a bit flat.

Jessa's face changed when she saw Draco's gaze on her chest. Draco then noticed that he had been looking at it for too long.

"If you want to look at it, you are allowed to, it just feels a bit weird," Jessa said with her red face. "Or do you want me to strip myself?"

Draco's face turned red. He wasn't thick-skinned enough to be shameless.

"Ahem! Don't bring that up again. You haven't fallen in love with me to be saying this," Draco said uprightly.