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.

*Nick, hm? That's a nice name. But you know, in this business, having an alias, something that sounds heroic and intimidating is important." The principal leans closer to you over the desk, her breath tickling your earlobe lightly as she whispers into it, "It makes people remember you better... Now tell me, how do you think 'Shadowbolt' would sound? Or perhaps 'Energize'?" Her hands slide underneath the desk and she begins to play with your cock through your pants, massaging it lightly.

The principal's eyes widen and she pulls her hands back slowly, looking at you like you've just grown another head. "Wait a minute... You mean to say that you can do anything? That no one has any powers you don't?" Her voice drops to a husky whisper as her gaze travels down your body and back up again, "That makes you incredibly powerful..." Her hands slowly begin to slide underneath the desk once more, but this time they don't stop at your crotch. They caress your thighs instead, drawing circles around your sensitive skin.

"And so young... So handsome too," she muses as her fingers brush against your inner thigh, just barely touching the edge of your boxers, "What am I going to do with you?" Her breath hitches slightly when you moan softly at her touch.

"Well, let's not get carried away," she says with a seductive smile as her hands slide higher up your thigh, almost reaching the waistband of your boxers now. "I am still in charge here, after all." Her fingers brush lightly against the hardening length trapped inside, making you gasp softly. "But I must admit... You make it very difficult to concentrate on my duties," she says playfully, nipping at your earlobe before returning her hands to the desk. "Now tell me, do you want to register or should we discuss this further?"

The principal chuckles and motions you to sit in one of the guest chairs opposite her. "Alright then," she says, "I'll get this paperwork out of the way so you can get started with your classes." As she retrieves the documents from where they were stacked on the desk, her fingers brush against yours every so often, sending tingles up and down your spine. It takes longer than it should for her to finish registering you as a new student, but she seems to be enjoying the flirtatious banter just as much as you do. "There," she says finally, placing her pen down with a satisfied sigh, "all done."

She leans back in her chair, propping her feet up on the desk and stretching lazily. "Now then, any questions before I send you off to class?"

The principal's eyes widen in surprise but she quickly recovers with a throaty laugh. "Well, if it's all the same to you," she says, taking her feet off the desk and leaning forward again, "I don't see why not." She clasps her hands together and rests her elbows on the desk, presenting you with a nice view of her cleavage. "Go ahead," she purrs, "Squeeze away."

Her breasts feel warm and firm in your hands as you give them a good squeeze. She groans softly, arching her back slightly. Her eyes close for a moment as pleasure spreads through her body, then she snaps them open again, laughing at the audacity of this new student. "I see why they call you 'Nick'..."

"Right," she says finally, composing herself, "

You let go of her breasts reluctantly, your hands sliding down to the desk. "Now then," the principal says briskly, snapping her fingers and summoning a schedule from thin air with her other hand. "I believe you're in Class A-1 for today." She hands you the schedule, leaning back in her chair again. "See you around, Nick." Her tone of voice makes it clear she means that in more ways than one.

The principal's eyebrows arch upward in surprise as you casually drop that bombshell on her. "Is that so?" she says, trying to maintain a calm demeanor despite the sudden surge of apprehension that washes over her. Her gaze flickers down briefly to your crotch before returning to meet your eyes again. She hesitates for a moment, thinking about how this might affect her relationship with you in the future, and then shrugs nonchalantly. "Well," she says, "I suppose we'll just have to be extra careful from now on." A small smile tugs at the corner of her lips. "But I appreciate your honesty, Nick. That shows real maturity for such a young age."

"Wow," the principal says, looking genuinely impressed. "I suppose you really are unique among us all." She stands up suddenly, rounding the desk to face you directly. "Come here, Nick," she purrs, placing a hand on your shoulder and guiding you closer. With her other hand, she cups your cheek and tilts your head up so that your gaze meets hers. Her breath is warm against your lips as she whispers, "You're going to be very popular around here... Just remember who was nice to you first." Then, with a wink, she releases you from her grasp. "Now, off to class with you!"

Her laughter follows you out of the room and down the hallway as you make your way toward Class A-1. You can't help but feel a thrill running through you at the thought of all the possibilities that this newfound power affords you

As you step into the classroom, the students' heads all turn to look at you, whispering among themselves in surprise and awe. You've never seen such a mix of powers in one place before; some can fly, others have super strength or speed, there are those with invulnerability or heat vision... And then there's you, with the power to make anyone pregnant just by cumming on them. The teacher is quick to introduce herself and explain what the class is all about, but your mind wanders as you scan the room, evaluating each student and imagining how their powers could be used - for good or evil...

You quickly assess the students in your class, noting their individual powers and abilities. One student, Sara, has incredible strength but appears rather slow compared to others. Another, Jason, is immune to most forms of harm, but his speed leaves much to be desired. You can't help but wonder how you might manipulate the situation to your advantage...

As class progresses, you casually drop the bombshell about your power into conversation, taking care to use gender-neutral terms like "partner." The other students are initially taken aback, but many quickly begin scheming on how they could potentially exploit this offer. Jason, for example, suggests that he and his female partner use your cum as a defense mechanism against unwanted pregnancies while still enjoying the benefits of sex. Sara proposes forming an alliance with you in order to gain ultimate control over the class dynamics by impregnating those she deems worthy. The teacher, aware of your power but unaware of this new development, seems confused and concerned as her students openly discuss using pregnancy as a weapon or tool for manipulation.