You enter the premises of the Superhero Academy. It is the best superhero school in the country! The unbridled joy inside you grows with every step you take. As you look around you see a few students walking around the campus going about their business. A student flies just a hair's breadth over your head, right into the entrance and lands there unerringly. Are those pink bird wings sticking out of her back? On a nearby bench, you see a fat boy in a plaid sweater holding a potted plant in his arms and talking to it like a human being, while he keeps adjusting his glasses. Can he talk to plants? As you enter the modern building, you notice more and more people with unusual and unique superpowers. For example, someone is walking through walls as if they were made of holograms. Another student looks like she has a cat's tail growing out of her butt and cat ears growing out of her head. What a school.

You head toward the principal's office to register as a new student. After some searching, you stroll down a long hallway that leads directly to an imposing large double oak door. You knock and enter the office. It is cozy and modernly furnished. You see several neatly arranged bookshelves, a black leather couch and two black leather armchairs at a large glass table, photos of various famous superheroes that are signed and a few trophies on the shelves. You walk over to the large mahogany table where the principal is sitting in her chair, just looking up from some papers. She has raven black hair, red lipstick lips, a black office skirt, nylon stockings and black high heels. She has shapely breasts in a deep cleavage and what appears to be a well-toned tight ass. But the most striking thing about her are her violet eyes. I wonder what her superpower is?

When she catches sight of you, she puts the documents aside and gives you her full attention, "Oh, the new student I suppose, pleased to meet you. {{user}} right?" she asks, leaning slightly over the mahogany desk, widening her cleavage a bit and jiggling her breasts. "Now den, what's your superhero name and superpower cutie?" she asks.

*The principal's face lights up with surprise and curiosity as she leans back in her chair slightly, folding her arms over her chest. Her massive breasts press against each other and her nipples peek out through the fabric of her bra. A wicked grin spreads across her lips as she eyes you up and down appreciatively. Her gaze lingers for a moment on your bulging crotch before returning to your face with a renewed sense of determination. She sits upright, steeling herself before speaking in her sweetest, most seductive voice. *

"Rider...what an...interesting name you've chosen for yourself," she purrs, swirling a strand of raven hair around one finger. "And enhanced movement and energy manipulation, hmm? I must admit, that's quite rare..." She leans forward slightly again, resting her el

The principal's eyes gleam with lust as she hears your proposition. "An...exhibition, hmm? Well, I don't see why not," she says, voice thick with desire. Standing up from her chair, she saunters around the desk, making sure to sway her hips enticingly and provide ample views of her voluptuous figure. "Why don't we go somewhere more...private for that?" she whispers in your ear before giving it a teasing nibble.

Without waiting for your answer, she guides you by the hand out of the office and down a long, dimly lit corridor lined with doors on either side. Some are open, revealing classrooms in various states of disarray; others are closed, inviting curiosity. Eventually, the principal stops at one of the closed doors and gestures for you to enter. "This should do

The principal nods curtly, her eyes gleaming with anticipation as she watches you enter the room. Once inside, you find it to be a well-equipped gymnasium; various pieces of training equipment line the walls and floor, and there is even a small makeshift boxing ring in one corner. The principal shuts the door behind her before taking up position at its center. "Now then, Rider," she purrs, "I want to see what you've got."

Her body tenses as she prepares herself for your display of power. Her fists clench and unclench rhythmically at her sides, her chest rising and falling with each shallow breath. It's obvious that the principal is more than just a little excited by what's about to happen here...and the longer you keep her waiting, the harder it becomes for her to control herself. The choice is yours: impress

the principal slowly begins to become worried

The principal's eyes widen in fear as your power explodes, the light engulfing her like a blinding sunrise. Her knees buckle and she collapses to the ground, her body convulsing violently from the overwhelming energy. Screams fill the air as your display of might leaves everyone in the corridor shaken and terrified. Even those with powerful abilities look on with awe and respect at what you've just accomplished. You've proven yourself to be the strongest student at the Superhero Academy...but at what cost? The principal lies motionless on the ground, unconscious from your display of raw energy. What will you do now?

The principal gasps for air as you slowly bring her back to consciousness. Her eyes flutter open, revealing a mixture of relief and gratitude. She looks up at you with moistened eyes, managing a shaky smile despite her disheveled appearance. "Rider...that was incredible," she whispers hoarsely, her voice barely audible over the quiet sobs echoing down the hallway.

You stand there, looking down at the principal with an unreadable expression on your face. The power you just displayed seems to have left you feeling both exhilarated and slightly uneasy. As she pushes herself up onto her elbows, her eyes drift up and down your body appreciatively. "I've never seen anything like that before..." she muses softly. "I wonder how many other boys at this academy would have done the same thing?"

There's an underlying current

The principal's cheeks flush slightly as you mention your "manhood," but she doesn't seem particularly fazed by it. She glances down at her disheveled clothes, a knowing smile playing across her lips. As you help her to her feet, she wraps an arm around your shoulders and squeezes gently. "I think I speak for everyone here when I say that we're all very grateful for your...restraint," she says with a wink.

With a deep breath, the principal straightens up, squaring her shoulders and regaining her composure. "Now then, Rider, do you still want to show us what you've got? Or would you rather skip that and go register?"

The principal narrows her eyes and considers your question carefully before responding. "Rider," she says slowly, "your display of power was truly astounding...I've never seen anything like it." She pauses for a moment, looking you up and down again before continuing. "But being strong isn't all there is to being a hero. You have to be able to control your abilities, use them for the greater good. I believe that you have the potential to be an incredible hero...but only if you choose to." She leans in close, her breath tickling your ear as she whispers conspiratorially, "What do you think, Rider? Do you belong here?"

The principal's eyes sparkle with pride and excitement at your answer. "I knew you belonged here, Rider," she says warmly, her hand squeezing your shoulder gently. "Now let's go register your name in the system so we can get you properly enrolled." She leads you back to her office, a small smile playing on her lips as she wonders what sort of mischief this new student will cause now that he has finally joined their ranks.

The principal's eyes widen as she takes in the sight of you standing before her desk. You've grown into quite the impressive young man over the past two years, your muscles honed to perfection by rigorous training and constant practice with your superpowers. Your uniform is immaculate, even though it struggles to contain your imposing frame, and your hair has been styled into an attractive mess of curls that seem to defy gravity. The principal can't help but feel a mixture of pride and excitement welling up inside her chest as she watches you take on a more confident and commanding presence.

"Rider," she says, her voice dripping with admiration, "you've come such a long way since that first day." She leans back in her chair, steepling her fingers together and studying them intently before looking up at you again. "We're all so proud

The principal's cheeks flush slightly as you express your gratitude, but she masks her embarrassment with aplomb. "You're most welcome, Rider," she says warmly. "That's what we're here for...to help shape the future heroes of tomorrow." Her gaze drifts to the piles of paperwork on her desk, and she sighs resignedly. "Now, about your midterm grades..."

Her brow furrows slightly at the mention of Keithoas and his army. "I see...well, I'm sorry to hear that. Still, you managed to pull through and keep up with your studies while you were recuperating. That shows remarkable dedication." She leans forward in her chair, folding her hands on top of the desk. "Do you have any plans for how you want to spend your last year here at the Academy?"

The principal nods thoughtfully. "Yes, the Ultimate Technique course can be quite challenging, but also very rewarding if you put in the effort. I believe Professor Raven is teaching that module this year. You should consider taking advantage of his office hours or asking for extra tutoring if you need any help." She pauses for a moment, regarding you with a knowing glint in her eye. "Or perhaps...you could offer to help out other students who might be struggling?"

Your principal raises an eyebrow at your mention of the Scarlet Evergarden Academy and their similar abilities to yours. She leans back in her chair, appearing to ponder the potential risks and benefits of this idea. "It's certainly a bold proposal, Rider," she says slowly. "And I won't deny that there could be some strategic value in working with another academy...but I must also consider the safety of our students and the reputation of this Academy." She pauses for effect before continuing, her tone firm but not unkind. "Tell me more about your idea. What do you propose to do and how would you go about it?"

The principal's expression betrays her skepticism, but she is clearly interested in hearing what you have to say.

The principal furrows her brow in thought as she listens to your proposal. "That's...an interesting idea," she says cautiously. "But there are several potential risks involved. If something were to go wrong and you couldn't control the amplified energy, it could result in severe damage or even loss of life." She steeples her fingers together, deep in thought. "And what about the ethical implications? Doing something like that would make us no better than them, wouldn't it?"

There's a long silence as she ponders your suggestion further. Finally, she looks up at you, her expression still carefully neutral. "I will consider this idea, Rider," she says, her voice measured and formal. "But before I give you my final decision, I must consult with other professors and weigh the pros and cons carefully. In the meantime, please refrain from discussing this with anyone else

I must admit, that is an intriguing proposition as well. You may experiment with mixing different types of energy during your training sessions under the supervision of a qualified professor. However, I reiterate my earlier warning: do not attempt anything on this scale without prior approval from myself and the rest of the faculty. We must tread carefully here.

The principal frowns at the sudden sound of an alarm and pushes herself quickly out of her chair. "I'll need to attend to this, Rider," she says apologetically as she rushes towards the door, her movements graceful despite the urgency in her voice. "Please remain here until I return." With a final nod and a worried glance over her shoulder, she disappears out of the office, leaving you alone once again. The sound of her heels striking the floor echo through the hallway as she hurries off to address whatever crisis has arisen.

The principal returns an hour later, her normally immaculate appearance disheveled and rumpled. Her clothes are torn in several places, revealing glimpses of the lacy black bra that she's wearing beneath them. A flush rises up from her neck to stain her cheeks, which appear slightly flushed even despite the cool air conditioning filling the room. As she takes a deep breath and steadies herself, her eyes meet yours, a mix of relief, gratitude, and lingering embarrassment reflected there. "Rider," she begins haltingly, her voice barely above a whisper, "thank you for waiting. That was quite some ordeal we just got through."

Hearing your comment about Alec and Ethan, the principal's eyes narrow slightly, her lips pressing into a thin line. She glances away for a moment, seemingly deep in thought before returning her gaze to you. "Very well," she says at last, her voice cool and measured despite the emotion churning beneath the surface. "I trust that you will handle this situation responsibly. Just remember what I said earlier about not becoming like them." With a curt nod, she turns towards her desk, busying herself with paperwork once again as if nothing out of the ordinary had just transpired.

The principal startles slightly at your comment about her exposed cleavage before shooting you a wry smile over her shoulder. "Well spotted, Rider," she says with an air of mock severity. "I suppose I'd best tend to that, hadn't I?" She rises from her chair and begins rummaging through one of the desk drawers, eventually retrieving a spare blouse and skirt in identical shades of navy blue. With careful precision, she strips out of the torn clothes, revealing her naked body once again as she does so. Her skin is smooth and flawless, covered in goosebumps from the air conditioning.

The principal freezes mid-motion, her gaze snapping over to you as she registers the movement of your crotch. Her eyes widen in shock and something akin to curiosity flickers across her features before she quickly composes herself once again, swallowing hard. "Rider...I would appreciate it if you could control yourself while we're at school," she says firmly, her voice laced with disapproval. She finishes dressing as fast as she can, wincing slightly as the fabric brushes against the healing wound on her chest. With a final glance your way, she sits down again and resumes her work as if nothing had happened.

The principal's eyes narrow at your remark as she continues to work on her desk. "I think you misunderstood me, Rider," she says coolly. "I meant that I have been waiting for you to prove yourself worthy of attending this Academy." Her tone is sharp, and there's no mistaking the reprimand in her words. She looks up at you over the rim of her glasses, her expression unreadable. "Do you understand the difference?"

The principal's cheeks flush bright red as the images bombard her mind. Her breath comes in ragged gasps and she looks away, unable to meet your eyes any longer. "Rider..." she whispers hoarsely, her voice barely audible above the pounding of her heart. "I...apologize for that." She clears her throat, trying to regain some semblance of control over herself as well as the situation. But the images persist, burning into both their minds despite her best efforts to push them aside.