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Derek sighed with relief when he reached his school. Gotham Academy hung like an ancient cathedral against the churning blackness of the sky. Lightning flashed again, giving the gothic building a sinister look.

He approached the front door and entered. Two armed security guards met him. They were tall and broad-shouldered. Each nodded to him in recognition and waved him through.

“Thanks guys,” he muttered. He could always count on the security at Gotham Academy to treat him well. They had never caught him doing anything illegal, at least not as far as Derek’s powers would allow them to recognize. Just for good measure, he brightened the air around himself in their eyes, subtly associating himself with positive emotions and concepts in their minds.

He trudged down the hallway, which looked more like it belonged in a church than a school. No students met his gaze, not a good sign for his chances of arriving on time.

“Mr. Taylor, I was wondering when you would grace us with your presence,” A sharp, feminine voice cracked across him like a whip.

He turned and faced the person who was addressing him.

“Hi, Mrs. LeMay.”

Sylvia LeMay cut a severe figure in her business suit. Her blonde hair was cut short enough that it didn’t reach her shoulders. Her piercing green eyes analyzed him critically and without any warmth from behind her thin rectangular spectacles.

Shit. I really, really don’t need her attitude right now.

Derek bit his lip, sending a pulse outward from his mind.

Sylvia’s eyes softened minutely as Derek manipulated her body’s perception of the ambient temperature and the light around his form. She crossed her arms under her breasts.

Christ, they’re huge!

Truthfully, Derek had always fantasized about giving Headmaster LeMay a good fucking, but he’d always been worried she’d see through his illusions somehow, so imposing was her personality on his life for the four years he’d been at the school.

Maybe it’s time I stopped being a pussy and started fulfilling a few fantasies.

He blinked, altering the woman’s perceptions again. He slowly approached her, watching for any indication that she noticed him. When none came, he reached a hand up to her chest, settling it on the massive swell of her breasts. She continued to stare off into the distance, as if he were still ten feet away from her.

“Well, what do you have to say for yourself?” she said.

Derek made sure the image he projected to the headmaster was kind and sincere when he replied, “Uh… um,” he squeezed her clothed breasts with his hands. “Uh…” He unbuttoned portion of her upper blouse so he could reach a hand inside and touch the bare skin of her tits. Her tits were so soft and large. Derek wanted to play with them forever.

“I’m waiting,” the woman’s tone grew more serious, jolting Derek out of his reverie. His hand still remained on her breast however.

“Ehm… I was almost mugged earlier and had to take a detour to get here. I’m really sorry about that.”

The headmaster scoffed, but her voice retained none of her usual fire.

“You expect me to accept that excuse again? This is the second time this week that you’ve been ‘almost mugged’.”

Derek shrugged. “Well this is Gotham..."

Sylvia glared at him, but didn’t refute his statement.

“The next time you’re late for class, you will be spending the evening in detention with me. My office could use a thorough cleaning and re-organizing, after all,” the blonde’s lips quirked upward with amusement. “Run along to your class, now, Mr. Taylor.”

Man, what a sadist.

Taking the dismissal for what it was, Derek pulled away, making sure to re-button her blouse as he did so.

The older woman smiled at him, but there was no warmth to it. It chilled him as he realized that she was undoubtedly imagining all the torment and humiliation she would put him through in detention.

She turned and walked off. Derek’s eyes were drawn to her ass as she moved down the corridor, the outline of its round form visible in her tight formal pants.

Maybe detention with Mrs. LeMay wouldn’t be so bad after all.

The trip to his classroom was met with the occasional security guard patrolling the hallways, but nothing beyond that.

The door to his classroom opened slowly and he stepped through. His teacher, Mr. Henderson glanced at the interruption and shook his head slightly. Derek caught a flicker of disappointment in his gray eyes.

“Have a seat, Derek. We’re on page thirty-four of our history textbook,” the teacher said and returned to his lesson.

Derek nodded and turned to face his classmates. A few of them sent him looks of amusement.

Barbara Gordon stared at him with her bright blue eyes that held a measure of disappointment far more intense than he’d seen in the eyes of Mr. Henderson. Her beautiful pale face was framed with gorgeous red hair that cascaded downward in waves. He caught a hint of her bust through her uniform. While not as well-endowed as Amanda Thompson or Mrs. LeMay had been, Barbara herself was no slouch in the breast department. A fool might have cast her as the class bimbo at a glance, but she was the farthest thing from that. Rare was the occasion that she scored less than perfect on her tests and had been class valedictorian for three straight years in a row. Derek wouldn’t be surprised if she made it this year as well before going off to an elite college. Where she found the drive for academics as the adopted daughter of Gotham’s police commissioner he had no idea.

What does she care if I’m late to class or not? She clearly doesn’t want anything to do with me anymore.

They had been friends once, but then Barbara had stopped hanging out with him abruptly about two years before with no explanation. He’d be lying if he said it didn’t hurt, but he couldn’t find it within himself to be mad at her. She was Barbara Gordon: valedictorian, all-star school athlete, and most popular girl in school. Clearly, she was meant for greater things than being friends with the guy in class who rarely tried academically and had a tardiness streak a mile wide.

He smiled at her anyway, brightening himself to her perception as he walked past her. Her eyes softened noticeably and Derek wondered what his subtle manipulations were doing to her mind. He felt her gaze follow him to the back of the room where he sat down.

“Late again, Derek?” a feminine voice teased. “I hope the chick was worth every penny.”

“Oh for sure, Artemis,” Derek smirked at the girl who sat next to him. “If you want, I can introduce you.”

He waggled his eyebrows suggestively.

Artemis Crock smirked back at him and gave him a light punch on the shoulder. Her dark eyes swam with amusement. “Perv.”

We really have come a long way.

He and Artemis hadn’t always gotten along. In fact, she’d actively disliked him along with everyone else when she first showed up as a student at Gotham Academy two years before at the age of sixteen. He’d worked hard to rectify that, making liberal use of his illusions to associate himself with things she liked and disassociate himself with things she disliked. It was important for him to portray himself to her as anything but a posh rich boy born with a silver spoon in his mouth, even if that was exactly what he was.

She’s certainly worth the effort. It even seems like my frequent tardiness has endeared me to her in some way. Heh. She never liked rule-followers.

Her dark olive skin clashed beautifully with her light blonde hair which was tied in a ponytail behind her head. Her body was tight and lithe, like an athlete’s, but she’d never tried out for any of the school sports teams. Her breast size easily rivaled Barbara’s and she had thick athletic thighs that made her ass look big and firm. Derek grinned as he imagined Artemis bending over in front of him and spreading her pussy, begging him to take her from behind.

One step at a time.

There was a pulse in the back of his mind as a weak illusion settled over the rest of the class. To them, it would appear as if Derek and Artemis were sitting in their seats and taking notes.

No pain. I really have gotten better with these area of effect illusions.

He reached over to give her shoulder a soft squeeze. He sent her a sensation of a tongue flicking at her clit as she looked at him. She shuddered slightly and bit her lip. Her dark gray eyes misted over with arousal as she crossed her legs under her skirt, giving Derek and eyeful of her toned thighs.

Damn, I love it when Artemis looks at me like that. She’s so fucking hot.

He withdrew his hand from her shoulder, dismissing the pleasurable illusion as he did so.

Artemis suddenly took Derek’s hand in hers. From the startled look on her face, it had been an impulsive move on her part, but her gaze hardened and she broke contact with him.

“Sorry,” she muttered, glowering at her hand as if it had betrayed her. “I shouldn’t have done that.”

She purposefully avoided his gaze, refusing to acknowledge his existence.

He smirked. The cunnilingus illusion had been something he’d come up with when experimenting with girls he’d asked out on dates. They were much more likely to agree with him and do what he wanted the more he plied them with pleasurable sensations. Artemis was different however, since she had a boyfriend and wasn't the sort to easily betray her commitments. He wanted to see the extent of what he could make her do.

“Hey,” he reached a hand out to touch hers, sending her the sensation of a tongue sliding along her pussy when his skin met hers. Her skin was warm and smooth and soft. Derek wanted to keep touching her.

“…the North Rhelasians retaliated with an amphibious **** along the southeastern coast…”

Mr. Henderson continued his lecture in the background. Derek barely paid attention.

“Ahn,” Artemis moaned when their hands made contact. She tried to glare at him through half-lidded eyes but she didn’t pull away.

“What’s wrong?” he muttered. He gently massaged her smooth skin. Artemis let out a short gasp as his illusion shifted. Now two illusory tongues teased her clit.

“W-Wally,” the normally confident and headstrong girl stammered. “I can’t do this. I’m sorry.”

She muttered under her breath, “What would Wally say if he found out my pussy got wet from some other guy touching me...”

God damn…

“We’re just holding hands,” he pinched her delicate skin, stimulating her cunt with his ability as he did so. “But I guess if it makes you uncomfortable, we can stop.”

He removed his hand from hers, dismissing his pleasurable illusion as he did so. He replaced it with another that mimicked a drop in temperature.

Artemis shivered and bit her lip. She stared at him for a long moment, but made no move to re-initiate contact with him.

“…That’s all I have for you today, class. Remember that your report on the Rhelasian War is due on my desk by Monday.”

There was a light din of chatter as the students filed out of the room. Derek stood from his seat and followed them into the hallway. He caught a flash of red hair and judging blue eyes, but they were gone a second later.

A hand brushed against his.

He turned to find Artemis walking past him. She glanced up at him as she passed him, her cheeks flushed. There was a sensual sway to her hips as she walked and Derek caught a glimpse of her thick upper thighs when her skirt moved with the air.

He smiled at her, conjuring an illusory tongue lavishing her pussy.

Artemis’s lips drooped open and her face flushed a deeper shade of red. She shook her head, seemingly composing herself before she began walking at a brisker pace, disappearing at the end of the hallway.

Derek smiled. "I love my life."