Entertainment: Starting as a Succubus, Taking Hollywood by Storm

At the Kardashian home in Los Angeles.

Big sister Kourtney Kardashian ticked off on her fingers: "So for this episode, Khloe's skipping because she's got school; Kendall's out because she's vacationing with Martin. That leaves just us three Kardashians?"

Kim Kardashian said, "Yeah, but wait—no, Mom's coming too, so four. That's plenty. With the little girls gone, we can finally chat about some grown-up topics."

Third sister Khloé Kardashian chimed in: "I still can't believe our little sister caught Martin's eye. Oh my God, that's Martin—the richest guy in the world!"

Khloé Kardashian was just like Kim—a classic American opportunist. The thought of her sister hooking up with a mega-billionaire like Martin made her eyes gleam with dollar signs.

Kim Kardashian laughed. "Kendall's the prettiest out of all us sisters. I'm not surprised at all she snagged Martin."

Khloé nodded. "I'm jealous of her. So, does that mean we can pull little Kendall into our adult convos from now on? After this trip, the girl's probably gonna turn into a full-fledged woman. Hehe!"

Big sister Kourtney Kardashian suddenly said, "Aren't you guys worried at all? Kendall's only sixteen, after all."

"She turns seventeen in November, doesn't she? Plenty of girls her age have already lost their V-card. I remember you, Kourtney, hooking up with that football captain from your school at fourteen."

"Shut up—that was me being young and dumb."

"Oh yeah? I seem to recall you were pretty thrilled about it back then!" Kim Kardashian pursed her lips in disdain.

She hated her big sister's holier-than-thou act—always criticizing her for filming that sex tape one minute, then complaining about her enhanced curves the next.

That bitch had no idea—if it weren't for her, she wouldn't be rolling in cash or living this lavish life.

Did she think just because she was the oldest, she could boss them around?

One day, she'd teach her a lesson.

......

"Whoa, looking down from up here, this place is gorgeous!"

Turquoise seas, so clear you could see straight to the bottom; lush, vegetated islands dotted like emeralds; sea breezes rippling the surface into shimmering waves...

Kendall gazed at the view below the private jet, letting out an awed gasp.

The girl hadn't been fully baptized in wealth yet—mansions, yachts, private jets were still novelties to her—so these money-fueled experiences could still stir ripples in her heart.

Martin's private island in the Caribbean sat in the northeastern region, part of the beautiful British Virgin Islands.

The whole islet covered about 5.49 square kilometers.

It had hills, dense foliage, a pool villa, underground freshwater, an airstrip, and a sixty-meter stretch of golden beach.

Not far from this island was Jeffrey Epstein's Little Saint James—infamously known as "Lolita Island." Lolita Island was only a fifth the size of Martin's, once packed with high-profile guests, now abandoned.

The plane touched down on the island's airstrip.

Martin and Kendall disembarked, where a servant was already waiting with a car—a young Black guy from Guinea.

"Sir, madam, your room's all set. Please follow me."

"Madam?"

Kendall wasn't used to the title, but it secretly thrilled her.

"I'm not a madam."

"Would you like to be?"

Martin's sudden question threw Kendall off, her face flushing as her heart raced.

Just then, Martin's phone rang.

"Hey, Nicole."

"Ah, got it. I'll be back to hang with Popo soon."

"I know, I know—I've got Jennifer's due date memorized. Around August 20th, right?"

Hanging up, Martin let out a sigh. Nicole was getting more assertive by the day—like a proper "queen of the harem" in ancient times.

Yeah, Jennifer's due date was coming up fast. After this getaway with Kendall, he'd take the little one along to New York.

Kendall Jenner's family was in New York too.

......

In the turquoise waters, Kendall frolicked like a mermaid.

Suddenly, a splash erupted.

Martin burst from beneath the surface, his body undulating rhythmically like a dolphin leaping from the sea.

Kendall yelped in surprise, then burst into giggles. "Haha!"

Martin plunged back down from mid-air, sending up a spray of water, then swiftly swam toward Kendall.

"Ah!"

Kendall shrieked, flailing her arms to dodge Martin's "pursuit," but how could her speed match his?

In moments, Martin's big hand grabbed her pale ankle, yanking her back.

Kendall was pulled right into his arms amid her startled cry.

"Hey, girl—you're caught. For trying to escape, I'm gonna have to punish you good."

Then, Martin's lips crushed down on Kendall's.

"Mmph, mmph, mmph..."

......

Seven days later, Martin returned to New York with a glowing Kendall.

He dropped Kendall off at home first, then drove to Jennifer Aniston's estate.

After hugging Courteney Cox, Martin asked, "How's Jennifer?"

"She's fine, but she's a little pissed—because right when she's about to pop out your kid, you're off vacationing with some young girls. So, did you have fun?"

Martin gave an awkward chuckle, tweaking Courteney Cox's perky nose. "My bad. From now on, my time's all Jennifer's—until the baby's born."

"Oh yeah? You done with work?"

"Gravity isn't in editing yet, but no rush. I cut films fast anyway. Perfect timing to wait for all the effects to wrap up."

"Alright, go see Jennifer—she's in the garden."

"Together?"

"Nope, I'm not getting chewed out with you."

In the garden, Martin used his little tricks to quickly soothe Jennifer's ruffled feathers.

Thanks to pregnancy hormones, even a mellow, mature woman like Jennifer could get emotional easily.

But Martin had magic on his side—nothing a charm spell couldn't fix.

If one didn't work, he'd cast another.

That evening.

Martin, Jennifer, and Courteney lounged on the sofa watching TV.

The two women flanked him, one on each side, leaning into his shoulders—the picture of cozy warmth.

Meanwhile, at Kendall Jenner's house, an "interrogation" was underway.