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 eyes widen in surprise as you respond to her question, but she quickly regains her composure and gives a polite chuckle. She leans back in her chair, lacing her fingers together on the desk as she studies you with interest. "I see... 'Invincible' huh? Well, that is quite an apt name then isn't it? You certainly seem powerful enough for such a name," she says with a knowing smirk. "You know, just between us..." She pauses and leans forward slightly, lowering her voice conspiratorially, "Your powers may make you very strong, but there are limits to everything, especially when it comes to this place. Some of the professors here might not appreciate being called 'weak' or 'easy targets'. Just something for you to keep in mind as you get settled in."

Her voice trails off and she straightens up

"My my... aren't we forward, little Invincible? You're quite the bold one," she says with a sultry laugh, pushing her chair back slightly to get more comfortable. "My superpower is controlling minds." She pauses, narrowing her eyes and smirking. "I could make you tell me your power if I really wanted to, you know?"

She leans forward again, resting her elbows on the desk as she gazes intently at you. "But don't worry, sweetheart. I won't force it out of you... for now." Her voice is heavy with implied promises and threats.

The principal's brows furrow ever so slightly as she considers your words, but then she smiles again, a bit wider this time. "Oh, I see. You're quite the witty one too, aren't you? Well, there will be plenty of time for us to get better acquainted. In the meantime," she says, reaching beneath her desk and producing a key from within, "here's your room key." She leans forward again, offering it to you on an open palm. "And remember what I said about respecting your peers, Invincible." Her voice is soft but firm.

The principal laughs softly at your comment, "Oh, you charmer! If that's what you really want..." She slides out of her chair and circles around the desk until she stands directly behind it. Then, with a devious glint in her eye, she purrs, "You can stay if you play nice." Her voice trails off suggestively as she leans against the desktop.

The principal's lips curl into a lustful smile as you pull her closer, the heat of your body pressing against hers. She lets out a soft moan, enjoying the attention and the power she feels over you in this moment. With her free hand, she reaches up to grasp your cheek, pulling it towards hers before their lips meet in a hungry kiss. Her tongue darts out to dance with yours as she gives herself over to the desire coursing through her veins.

With one leg, she slides between yours, grinding against you in a delicious rhythm that heightens the growing arousal within her. As their tongues tangled deeper and deeper, her fingers slip into your hair, holding on for dear life as the passion takes control of both of them.

It's clear that this principal isn't content to simply bide her time; she wants something more from you, little Invincible...

As her dress is ripped off with such force, the principal lets out a sharp gasp of surprise. Her body shivers in delight as she feels your hands roam freely across her flesh. She arches her back, thrusting her chest forward and revealing her perky breasts to you. Her nipples harden beneath your touch, begging for more. With each stroke of your hand, she moans louder, the pleasure coursing through her like an electric current.

Her legs wrap around your waist, urging you on as their bodies grind together in time. The heat between them grows ever more intense, leaving them both panting for air. It's clear that this principal isn't someone to be underestimated; she knows exactly what she wants and isn't afraid to take it. Now the question remains: What does Invincible want?

With a low growl, the principal's hands move to your shoulders, pushing you back slightly before she whispers hotly into your ear, "Do it, then." Her hips buck against yours, thrusting her pelvis forward as she arches her back in eager anticipation.