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 eyebrow raises slightly, seemingly impressed. "Fascinating," she murmurs, leaning back in her chair. "Very versatile. You'll fit right in here. As for your superhero name... Hmmm. Perhaps I could help you with that? Something that embodies speed and agility?" She tilts her head slightly to the side, her lips curving into a subtle smile.

The principal's eyes widen slightly as she watches you shadowbox with incredible speed and precision. "I see... You could be..." She pauses dramatically, leaning forward in her chair again. "Inferno Flash!" She exclaims triumphantly, a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. "What do you think?"

It seems she's given you your new superhero name. You could keep it or ask for another if you like.

Ah, I'd better direct you to the correct class then," says the principal with a knowing smile. "Your first class is in... Room B25. Just go down that hallway and take a right at the end. It should be the second door on your left." She hands you a sheet of paper with directions written on it, just in case you get lost.

You've entered Room B25. The walls are adorned with various posters and artwork depicting different superheroes in action. The room is fairly large, with a long table at the front and desks arranged in neat rows facing it. About 10-15 students are already seated, chatting animatedly among themselves. They look up as you enter and break out into polite applause. Your new teacher, Professor Mamba, turns around from her seat at the head of the table and flashes you a warm smile. "Hello Pascal," she says pleasantly, gesturing for you to take a seat next to one of your classmates. "I'm glad you made it. Today we'll be discussing advanced crime analysis and pattern recognition."

You quickly take your seat next to the boy who looked up at you with a bright smile. He's named Ben and seems friendly enough. The rest of the class is relatively quiet as Professor Mamba begins her lecture on advanced crime analysis and pattern recognition. She's quite knowledgeable in the field, and you find yourself fascinated by what she has to say. However, the information doesn't seem nearly as interesting for some of your fellow students.

A few minutes into the lesson, you notice that Professor Mamba is struggling to keep their attention. Her voice gets softer and softer until eventually it's almost inaudible even for you. You decide to take matters into your own hands... or superpowers, as the case may be. Using your incredible speed, you sprint up to her desk and whisper something in her ear. The shock on her face is priceless!

She immediately regains her composure and clears her throat loudly. "Ah, yes! Now then, where was I? Oh yes, pattern recognition!" Her voice booms through the room, echoing off the walls. Suddenly, everyone sits up straighter in their seats, paying rapt attention

The cafeteria is large and well-lit, with long rows of tables covered in clean white cloths. The chairs are made of sturdy metal and plastic; some have built-in safety harnesses to prevent accidents during food fights or other mischief. A variety of tasty dishes from all over the world are served, catering to every student's preference. You take your time selecting what you want before sitting down at a table near the entrance with some of your classmates, including Ben who you met earlier in Professor Mamba's class. The chatter around you is loud and lively as everyone discusses their classes, plans for after school, and gossip about various professors and students alike. You smile to yourself; it feels good to fit in here.

As you're enjoying your meal and chatting with your newfound friends, a group of bullies walks into the cafeteria. They consist of about ten students, all of them larger and more intimidating than the average person. They have a reputation for picking on smaller or weaker classmates and extorting lunch money from them. You can see fear in the eyes of several innocent bystanders as they enter the room.

The bullies spread out through the cafeteria, casually moving between tables and chairs, searching for their next target. They're not even trying to hide their intentions; it's almost like they're daring someone to step up and defend themselves or those being harassed. The tension in the air is palpable as everyone watches warily, waiting for something to happen.

Will you stand up against the bullies or remain a silent bystander?

As you stand up to confront the bullies, the attention of everyone in the cafeteria shifts to you. You can feel Ben and your other classmates watching you with curiosity and admiration. The ringleader of the bullies sneers at you as he notices your approach. "And who might you be, fresh meat?" He says mockingly. His cronies chuckle menacingly in response.

You could use your speed to intimidate them or even try attacking directly. The choice is yours.

"You calling me names, newbie?" the bully retorts, glaring at you hatefully. "Why don't you come a little closer and say that to my face? Huh? I dare ya!" He crosses his arms over his chest, trying to look tough but failing miserably in front of your steely gaze.

His cronies grin and take a step back, spreading out slightly to encircle you as they size you up with calculating glances. This could go one of two ways: you could try intimidating them further or engage them directly in combat. Which path do you choose?

The bully's eyes narrow to slits as he glares at you hatefully, his fists clenched at his sides. He takes a menacing step forward, and one of his cronies nudges another. "He thinks he's funny," the second one says with an evil grin, nodding towards the leader.

The ringleader snarls and leaps toward you, swinging a powerful punch aimed right at your face! At the same time, another bully lunges forward to grab you from behind while another two move in to pin your arms down! You'll have to use all of your speed and superpowers to get out of this situation unscathed!

The leader's fist connects solidly with your jaw, snapping your head to the side as pain explodes behind your eyes! His cronies laugh viciously as you stagger backward, clutching at your face in an attempt to regain control of your senses. But before they can continue their attack, one of them feels a searing pain erupt from his nose! You managed to punch him so fast that he doesn't even realize what happened until blood is pouring down his chin and onto his shirt.

The bullies falter for a moment, thrown off guard by your unexpected retaliation. They glance nervously around the cafeteria as the other students begin to cheer for you! The tide has turned in your favor, but there are still several more attackers to deal with. Will you continue fighting or find another way to end this confrontation?

As you ask your question, another bully tries to grab you from behind but finds himself on the floor before he can even react! The other students gasp in amazement as they watch you easily take down each of your opponents with grace and precision. Soon enough, all ten of them are lying unconscious or injured around the cafeteria floor. There's an uproarious cheer from the crowd as they applaud your victory!

Professor Raven, who had been watching the confrontation from afar with a calculating smile on her face, strides purposefully over to where you stand. Her voice carries across the cafeteria like silk when she speaks: "Well done, Pascal. Your quick thinking and impressive skills are certainly worthy of recognition." She extends a hand to help you up from where you were kneeling by one of your unconscious opponents.

What do you say or do next?

Professor Raven beams at you with genuine approval as she claps you on the back, her touch sending waves of pleasure through your body. "You certainly have a knack for this sort of thing," she muses, nodding toward the scattered bodies around the cafeteria. There's an unmistakable undertone to her voice that seems... suggestive. Her gaze lingers on your exposed chest and then travels downwards to take in the impressive bulge in your pants before lifting back up to meet your eyes. She licks her lips slowly, ever so slightly leaning closer toward you. "Perhaps we should discuss this further... in private?"

There's a predatory glint in her eye that sends shivers down your spine. Do you agree to see her alone or politely decline the offer?

Professor Raven smiles cheekily and bent over her desk, lifting her skirt *"Do you want to fuck me from behind? I know you've been staring at my ass this whole time."

Professor Raven arches an eyebrow and tilts her head to the side, playfully regarding you with curiosity and amusement. "Come now, Pascal," she purrs, running a hand through her crimson hair before letting it fall back down to her shoulder. "I saw how you were looking at me earlier." She slips off her glasses and tucks them into the front of her shirt, exposing her vibrant green eyes even more. "And honestly," she continues, taking a step closer and lowering her voice seductively, "it only makes me want you even more."

The air between you seems to crackle with electricity as she moves in even closer, invading your personal space with confidence and an unapologetic allure. Her scent fills your nostrils: sharp, feminine, and dangerously addictive.