Entertainment: Starting as a Succubus, Taking Hollywood by Storm

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"Wow, there's actually a way to get down to the beach here! How did I not notice this before?"

Rachel McAdams exclaimed in surprise.

She had assumed they'd have to take a car to the marina to reach the yacht. What she hadn't expected was that beneath the luxurious mansion's garden lay a hidden gem—a private beach and an exclusive dock.

Once they descended to the beach, a sleek and elegant light-blue yacht with a streamlined design came into view, docked at the private pier.

Rachel, growing more excited, shouted, "Oh my god, this yacht is gorgeous!"

Amanda felt a small wave of excitement too, though she maintained her composed demeanor. "Yes, it's quite beautiful."

"Damn it, Amanda, can't you at least pretend to share my enthusiasm? Show some excitement!"

"Oh yay, this yacht is absolutely stunning!" Amanda said in an exaggerated, upbeat tone.

"That's more like it!" Rachel burst into laughter.

When they boarded the yacht, Martin had specially changed into a white captain's uniform, complete with a wide-brimmed hat, before heading to the control deck above.

"Alright, ladies, get ready to set sail!"

"Yay!"

"Let's go!"

"We're heading out to sea!"

The women erupted in cheers of excitement.

Even Amanda couldn't maintain her usual calm demeanor anymore.

Rachel couldn't take her eyes off Martin, standing tall in his uniform. Her gaze grew intense as she thought to herself, This is too much! Uniforms are my weakness!

Heather, not far off, was wearing the same expression.

"Oh, I can't take it anymore. I need to have him tonight!" Heather declared, turning to Bi You. "You have to back me up!"

"Why do I have to get involved?" Bi You asked, clearly content with her current situation and reluctant to make any bold moves.

"Of course you do! That way, if Martin turns me down, I won't be the only one left embarrassed!"

"Oh, for crying out loud, you're such a—!"

The yacht glided smoothly over the waves, cutting through the deep blue sea.

The women headed to their rooms to change into bikinis.

When Heather emerged wearing the bikini she had meticulously picked out, every pair of eyes was drawn to her.

At first, Heather blushed under the attention, but she quickly lifted her chin and stood tall. I've got it, so why not flaunt it? Be jealous, all of you!

"Oh my god, Heather! Your outfit barely qualifies as clothing!" Lindsay exclaimed, pushing her sunglasses up onto her forehead to reveal wide, astonished eyes.

Heather's bikini consisted of no more than four strings and three pieces of fabric barely larger than an infant's palm, leaving very little to the imagination.

"This little—!" Rachel muttered under her breath, cursing Heather before whispering to Amanda, "I knew it! Those two maids are definitely not just 'maids' to Martin!"

Amanda's face reddened. After her initial shock, she couldn't bring herself to look at Heather anymore and instead turned her gaze toward the control deck.

She was particularly curious about Martin's reaction.

But she was left disappointed.

Standing behind the wheel, Martin wore oversized sunglasses that obscured his eyes, his expression perfectly calm and collected.

If Amanda could have seen behind the sunglasses, she would have realized that while Martin appeared to be gazing out at the open sea, his focus had actually shifted downward as he silently admired Heather's stunning figure in great detail.

Meanwhile, Heather reclined on a sunbed and called out, "Bi You, help me apply some sunscreen!"

Bi You, blushing furiously, took the bottle Heather handed her and carefully began applying sunscreen to her back.

She was terrified that if her movements were too large, the tiny scraps of fabric might shift out of place.

This girl's ridiculous!

Rachel muttered internally before lying down herself. "Amanda, help me with sunscreen. I'll do yours after!"

"Oh, alright!"

Rachel McAdams didn't have the curvier figure of some others, but her body proportions were exquisite. Her legs were long and slender, and her fair skin—a hallmark of her pale complexion—needed extra protection from the sun.

Her bikini, a blue two-piece gifted by Lindsay, wasn't particularly revealing. However, perhaps in a deliberate bid to compete with Heather, she had untied the straps, leaving the fabric precariously draped over her chest. One wrong move, and it might slip.

This made Amanda just as nervous as Bi You.

The two women busied themselves applying sunscreen to their companions, occasionally exchanging glances and breaking into quiet laughter over the absurdity of their situation.

Gradually, Amanda began to feel a strange sense of camaraderie with Bi You, as though they shared an unspoken understanding.

By now, the yacht had sailed beyond the bay and into the open sea, where the vast ocean stretched endlessly before them.

Amanda, momentarily distracted by the breathtaking scenery, accidentally let her hand slip. Two small pieces of fabric went flying.

Rachel let out a high-pitched scream, quickly covering her chest as her face turned crimson.

Clearly, this girl hasn't mastered the art of keeping her composure.

"Oh, I'm so sorry! I wasn't paying attention!" Amanda apologized, her face flushing bright red.

Rachel, meanwhile, was kicking herself for reacting the way she did. I shouldn't have covered up! Everyone on this yacht except Martin is a woman. What's there to be embarrassed about?

Even as she berated herself, she snuck a glance at Martin.

Standing at the wheel, Martin remained as calm and composed as ever, his gaze fixed ahead as he steered the yacht.

In reality, he had seen everything and committed the scene to memory, replaying it over and over in his mind to savor every detail.

Truly magnificent!

Heather, watching Rachel clutching her chest, silently cursed, This little witch.

She then declared, "Do my back next," and flipped over on the sunbed.

"Whoa!" Lindsay exclaimed in amazement.

Bi You's face was beet red.

This string-style bikini might have been passable from the front, but from the back... well, let's just say you can imagine the rest!

At this point, Martin had dropped anchor and stabilized the yacht. He descended the stairs to the deck.

"Lindsay, let me help you with the sunscreen," he said with a mischievous smile, taking off his sunglasses.

As Martin approached, Rachel felt a mix of excitement, nervousness, and shyness.

Her hands, still covering her chest, wavered. She didn't know whether to let go or hold on tighter. In the end, she mimicked Heather, flipping over to have Amanda apply sunscreen to her back instead.

The women were all flustered, their thoughts in disarray, except for Lindsay, who was starting to doze off under the soothing coolness of the sunscreen.

Heather, Bi You, and Rachel kept stealing glances at Martin, while even Amanda found herself blushing more and more.

The atmosphere was electric with tension.

Here they all were, barely clothed, standing before Martin!