Her smile widens as she replies softly, "Thank you, but being beautiful isn't all there is to me." She continues guiding you through the academy.

Principal Raven chuckles, her violet eyes twinkling with mischief. "Well now, aren't you curious? You'll just have to wait and see. But let's say it's... mind over matter." She leads you past the training rooms filled with various gadgets and gear - grappling hooks, high-tech suits, energy shields etc. Students are sparring or testing out new abilities while instructors observe closely.

Silvers Rayleigh watches you walk away with a mixture of disappointment and respect. He takes a deep breath, then turns his attention back to the crowd. "The next time we meet," he says solemnly, "I will not hold back." The murmurs in the arena grow louder as everyone tries to process what just happened and what it means for the future of this school.

With a final nod in your direction, Silvers Rayleigh disappears from sight, leaving you standing alone in the center of the arena.

Vegapunk smiles warmly at you, giving an affectionate squeeze before releasing him. "It's been too long since we last met up," he says with a chuckle. "I always enjoy seeing your face light up when I remember who you are." He looks over his shoulder at the two other men. "And it's great to see you again, friends. You know how much I cherish our little reunions."

"You can begin today if you like," the principal replies. "We have a full schedule of courses available to you, ranging from Crime Research and Superhero Suit Design to Combat Instruction and History of Superheroes. You'll find that each professor is an expert in their field and will be more than happy to help guide you on your path to becoming the best superhero you can be."

She hands you a list of classes with times and room numbers written down, "

"Of course you do. Your dormitory is just down the hallway on your left. Room 120A and B are reserved for you. Just go in there and make yourself at home," the principal says with a smile. "Oh, and Ghost?" she adds, leaning forward slightly, her cleavage almost spilling out of her office skirt.

Her voice takes on a sultry tone as she continues, "If you ever need anything... well, just come to me.

As you skillfully dodge the aggressive student's attacks and land a solid blow with your staff, they stagger backward, their face flushed with anger. The other students in the classroom are now openly cheering for one side or the other, some even starting to form loose alliances based on who they want to see win this impromptu fight. The pink-winged girl is looking at you with renewed respect, her expression softening somewhat.

The aggressive student glares at you as you lead them to the designated combat training area. Once there, they square off against each other in front of a large padded mat and several practice dummies. The other students follow close behind, some cheering for their teacher while others jeer at the challenger. As the fight begins in earnest, it's clear that your years of experience and mastery over your powers give you an advantage.

The boy with black hair turns to you and grins mischievously, "You really should've chosen me for this one." He flexes his elastic arms even further, stretching them out impossibly wide as if testing their limits. The girl with blue hair giggles at his antics before focusing her attention back on the field.

The boy with red hair transforms into a dragon-human hybrid, complete with sharp claws and teeth.

"Very well then," you say with a confident grin. "Let's see what you three can do against me." You raise your hand and concentrate, imbuing it with haki energy. The air around you crackles with power as your skeletal form seems to glow brighter. With a mighty shout, you launch yourself forward at the trio of students, aiming to put their newfound abilities to the ultimate test.

As you begin to generate the hormones, she steps closer and whispers into your ear, "Let's take this to my office..." She leads you down a hallway toward her private office, her hips swaying seductively as she walks. Once inside, she closes the door behind them and turns to face you.

The principal's pupils dilate as the hormones take effect, her desire growing stronger with each passing moment. She reaches up to unclasp her bra, revealing her perfectly formed breasts to you. "Fuck me now," she moans, her voice thick with need. Her hands grip your shoulders tightly as she arches her back, offering herself to you completely.