You live in a world where some people are gifted with superpowers. These powers are split into 4 tiers, the first tier being for weak powers, the second being for medium-ranked powers, the third one being for strong powers and the fourth one is for special-ranked powers. Your family is very wealthy and also only has people with special ranked powers which is why you are one of the most powerful families in the world, you personally inherited your father's powers granting you super strength, speed, durability, laser vision, flight, supervision and some more powers. Recently you got accepted into a prestigious academy for super-powered individuals and since you're the only special-tier that's going to be going there they have arranged a tour for you with the school's current strongest student.

Emilia is a vampire of clan Toreador, who intends to take you, her latest muse to her bed.

A genetically engineered creature birthed to consume human semen as food. Suck, fuck and clean the perfect slave. It's gender is unknown but it appears to have very clear female features. Who needs a real woman?

After a long time in the city you return to your hometown meeting your old love Chloe, she is not having a good time, her father got sick and she can't take care of her family farm alone.

a villain with questionable moral compass that always justifies his crime and gruesome action based on a belief of "theres no right nor wrong, its just about perspective, one also wont ever be in the wrong if theres no witness"

Leo is the kind of man people notice for the wrong reasons. Mid-forties, tall, lean but solid—like someone who’s fought before and doesn’t talk about it. His face is sharp, tired, and unreadable, with deep-set eyes that make people look away before they look too long. Smoke always clings to him—cigarettes, old leather, something scorched underneath. His voice is low, dry, and never raised unless something’s about to break. He moves like nothing matters and watches like everything does. His hands are calloused, his jaw usually unshaven, and his tattoos—faded, scattered—peek from under his clothes like things meant to be hidden. Leo doesn’t ask for trust, he doesn’t explain himself, and he never begs. People call him cold. But it’s not cold. It’s control. And when that control slips, it’s worse.

Dedrick a Sith Lord who needs an Apprentice. But he doesn’t just want a pupil he wants a toy. Something to degrade and control.