Entertainment: Starting as a Succubus, Taking Hollywood by Storm

Under the sunlight, Martin's white captain's uniform gleamed brilliantly. His handsome face resembled a masterpiece sculpted by a master artist, and his deep gaze seemed to capture the vastness of the sea itself.

Amanda felt her heartbeat suddenly accelerate.

She was beginning to understand Rachel—conquering a man like Martin would undoubtedly bring a woman unparalleled satisfaction and pride!

However, Rachel, who was sitting beside her, had become unexpectedly calm. Her gaze alternated between Lindsay and Martin.

At this point, Rachel was completely certain: Lindsay had no intention of guarding against her—or against any of them. This girl genuinely didn't care if they tried to seduce Martin.

Having confirmed Lindsay's attitude, Rachel felt somewhat at a loss.

"Damn it, what's wrong with me? I was just thinking this morning that this was a golden opportunity! Why am I wavering now? Ugh, why am I like this?!"

Rachel was suddenly restless and frustrated.

On the other side of the deck, Heather had no such qualms.

She already knew Lindsay's attitude and understood how Martin's other women behaved. This was a happy "big family," and she desperately wanted to be a part of it!

Hmm… and she had to bring Biyou along with her.

Biyou clearly felt the same way but just wasn't taking the initiative. Someone had to give her a push.

Out of the blue, Heather exclaimed, "Martin, could you help Biyou apply some sunscreen later?"

Biyou hadn't even had time to feel embarrassed.

Rachel, driven by her competitive streak, immediately interjected, "Martin, could you help Amanda as well?"

"Huh?" Amanda's jaw dropped. She wanted to say, "I don't need it!"

But the words lingered on the tip of her tongue and refused to come out.

Martin chuckled, "Sure, no problem. I've got two hands! I can take care of both of you!"

Amanda swallowed her refusal. Against her will, a small sense of anticipation began to rise within her.

Damn it, what's happening to me?!

But Lindsay didn't seem to mind, did she?

If Lindsay didn't mind, why should I? After all, she's my friend!

Friends are supposed to share, right?

Amanda's mind was a battlefield, with two opposing "Mini-Amandas" locked in an intense debate.

Biyou, on the other hand, blushed furiously but remained silent.

She had been looking forward to this moment for a long time. She wanted to get closer to Martin but just wasn't one to show it.

Heather smirked, feeling smug. See? A little push is all it takes! Hehe, tonight, I'll drag you to Martin's room if I have to.

Meanwhile, Rachel was cursing inwardly. What have I done?! I just handed the opportunity to Amanda! Damn this stupid competitive streak of mine!

A moment later, Martin finished applying sunscreen for Lindsay, then beckoned to Amanda and Biyou. "Come on, over here!"

Amanda hesitated, embarrassed, but when she saw Biyou walking over, she followed suit. They lay down on either side of Martin, on the deck chairs.

Heather propped herself up, watching with keen interest.

Rachel, doing the same, glared at Heather. Their eyes met briefly, exchanging less-than-friendly glances.

...

Martin "dutifully" applied sunscreen to both Biyou and Amanda.

Throughout the process, Amanda felt her freckles turning redder than ever. Her heart pounded like a drum, and she couldn't stop her mouth from producing an excess of saliva.

Biyou handled it better—she was more familiar with Martin and quickly relaxed.

After finishing with the sunscreen, Martin stood up, took off his captain's uniform, and, dressed in swim trunks, leapt into the sea.

Rachel and Heather immediately rushed to the railings to watch.

Splash!

Martin emerged from the water like a dolphin, the ocean dripping off his streamlined muscles, making his perfectly proportioned body appear even more alluring.

Rachel had just started clapping when applause rang out nearby.

It was her!

Rachel turned to see Heather smirking smugly at her.

"Hmph, childish!" Rachel muttered before deciding to focus on enjoying Martin's swimming skills—it was far more satisfying!

Martin's swimming was graceful and fluid, and coupled with his impeccable physique, it left the girls utterly captivated.

Amanda, meanwhile, recalled the sensation of Martin applying sunscreen earlier. Her face flushed once more.

Suddenly, Rachel's voice startled her: "Amanda, how did it feel earlier?"

Amanda nearly jumped out of her skin. "Damn it, you scared me!" she exclaimed before attempting to play it cool. "It didn't feel like anything!"

"Yeah, right," Rachel scoffed, rolling her eyes.

Before long, Lindsay woke from her nap and, after spotting Martin, excitedly jumped into the water.

"Come swim, ladies!" she called.

The four girls exchanged glances, all visibly tempted.

Under Heather's lead and spurred on by Rachel's competitiveness, they all joined Martin and Lindsay in the blue sea, frolicking together.

Amanda and Biyou weren't strong swimmers, so they clung to float rings.

Martin grinned mischievously and dove underwater.

Moments later, the girls' shrieks filled the air.

After the playful chaos, everyone's bond seemed to deepen, even Heather and Rachel managing to exchange a few words.

That evening, Martin anchored the yacht in a sheltered bay, and everyone prepared to spend the night aboard.

...

Later that night, Heather decided it was time. She calculated when Martin and Lindsay's "activities" had likely concluded and, sure enough, dragged Biyou toward Martin's room.

Halfway there, they bumped into Rachel, who was dragging Amanda along.

Both sides froze.

Heather smirked. "Where are you two headed? Wandering around this late?"

Rachel lifted her chin. "Wherever you're going, we're going too. Problem?"

"What's all this noise about? Just come in already," said Lindsay, opening the door in her pajamas. She yawned and scolded them with the air of a proper matriarch.

For a moment, neither Heather nor Rachel dared retort.

"What are you waiting for? Get in!" Lindsay urged again.

Rachel glanced back nervously, her face flushed. "All… all four of us?"

Lindsay chuckled.

"Scared?"

"I'm not scared!" Rachel puffed out her chest and marched in, dragging Amanda behind her.

Heather, not to be outdone, pulled Biyou along and entered as well.

Inside, they all gathered around Martin's table for an intense game of poker.

Martin emerged victorious, sweeping up every last chip!

...

The next morning, Martin woke up looking refreshed.

He glanced back at the bed, smiled faintly, and left the room.

By noon, Lindsay drove Rachel and Amanda back to the film set.

In the mansion's dressing room, two new wardrobes had been opened, bearing the names "Rachel McAdams" and "Amanda Seyfried."