Things are about to get even weirder.

Finally, Adriana has cleaned herself as much as is possible with just her hands and tongue, lifting her head to look at you.

"Thank you, John... I didn't get to play with a dick in a while. Dildos only get you so far..." A vaguely familiar smirk spreads on her face. " You did w̴͍̗ͬ͌̿͐ė̵̮̱͚͌̈͜͠l̶͓̭̄̍̀͘͝͞l͉̲͇̟̾͑̃̽͜."

With the last word, buzzy and crackling, Adriana's eyes flash with a blue-white glow, and your heart drops into your stomach. A strangled gasp escapes you, and you scramble towards the door while Adriana gets to her feet without any hurry whatsoever, looking after you as you stuff your cock into your pants with some trouble and dash out of the door.

Minutes later, you sit on a bus going back to your apartment, all the way in the back and staring into the reflection in the window - the woefully MalO-free reflection.

"Come on, you stupid ghost. What was that about 'you'll never be alone'? I know you're there! Talk to me!"

"T̶̴̗͖̄͆̚s̊k,̧̖͇ͣ͞ t͇̜͔̍́s͍k̴̶̝ͨ̋ͩ̑,̷͎͉̽͛ͅ John._͘S̓̉o nằ̩u̇g̥̈́h̗ͩ̾ty̓. Y̰o͉͛ͮũ̯ d͎oͮn̓͆'̽̀t̠͠ maͫk̟͊͛è͈̐ d͙ẹ͈̋m̝̏a͔ͪ͝n͈ͦdsͨͩ.͂̿̈́ Y̭͋̈oü̹ BͨŔOK̜͊E̍ t̛̼h̟̉e̙̯ r͟u̖̒̊l͙͊es.̦̎ No͈͔͖w͜ Í͈͕ m̵ake t̑he̵m̴̦͌.̞"̹̀͟

You still don't see MalO anywhere. You just hear her in your headphones. And you hope to god no one notices you mumbling to yourself.

"What the fuck was that back there? Why did both of the women that were supposed to help me just get me off? And... and what was going on with Adriana?"

"A̪̞ lä̬ͩd̩̈y̷̛ has hͬ̐e͍̐ͤr̊́ͅ s̥͝e̗̋c͎r̦ͧ́eͮͤͅṱ̐͡s̓_.̦̂ A_nd n̹ȃ̗͓ug̾ͤḩt̺yͯ͛ b͔͑̚o̥̙͋ỳ̢͈s͓̒ do̷ͨn̸͙͓'͚̕t_͖̦ g̵̱͇e͉̞̕t to knͥ͛͞o̭̎w th̴̖͆e͊m̅. Bͬut̃̀̃ m͚a̫͛y͋b͌̇e̴ͦ͞ y̗o͉͌u s͇ḧ́ou̗ͦl_d̺ c̫͖̽h̢̓ͤé͈c͇k̲̘͋ o̭̽ͬn͚̾ y͡oṷ̗ͤr̉ l̾i̸̅ͅt̗̫͉tl̄e̜͕̔ f̡̛̒r̾ie̪͐n͕ͩ̍d͂ L̡̀̀ana̩͙.͈̥̘.͕ͅ.̲"̹ͩ

"Why?! Wha-what are you doing to her?" Eyes wide and panicked, you check window after window for MalO's reflection, but see nothing.

"H͈ͧ̍ͥa̦̝̪̐̑̌́ͭ͝h̴̰̠̖̟ͩ̈͟͟a̬̮̯̦̋̌͘h̛ͥaḣ͎͆̄̂ͅa̴̜̼̅̍͂!̷̞͇ͩ̚" You only hear her slowly fading laughter.

With shaking hands, you pull out your phone and navigate to the newest entry in your contacts - Lana. One tap, and the call goes out, only for the phone to keep ringing for second after agonizing second. MalO can't have--

"Nnnh~... Helloooh~?" Okay, that sounds weird. Either you woke Lana up from a nap, or there's... something else going on. "Who's theeere~?"

"Hey, Lana? It's me, John. We, uh, we met earlier today?"

"Ohmygaawwd~, yes! Hi! I was just thinking about younnnh~..." Something is definitely wrong with Lana. It almost sounds like... "You and your fantastic cock... Would--mmh~... Would you mind getting that thing over to my place and fuck my brains out?"

"Wha-- Lana?!" Okay, kind of par for the course as far as your life goes since MalO jumped your bones. Still, Lana seemed a lot more together than Adriana or Nurse Kristie, what with yelling at you instead of jumping your bones. "Are you... are you alright?"

"Mmmore than alright, Mister... I'm so w̋̕et̡͕̣͇́ͪ̉..." The crackle in the connection makes you jump. Surely, that was just the connection, right? "And I really need you here..."

"Oookay..." While you do share that sentiment, it's not for the reasons Lana wants you there. You need to help her snap out of this... whatever it is. You only know what it's not: it's in no way normal. "Okay. Let me know where you're at. I'm on my way."

"Ooh, fuck yes!"

After Lana has mewled her way through her address, you say goodbye hastily while her moaning escalates and change buses to reach her apartment building, worry slowly building as you try and think about things logically. Well, as logically as one can think about matters involving apparitions that are hell-bent on fucking, humiliating and dominating you. But the heart of the matter is: Ever since MalO made your cock grow to prepostorous proportions via a drawn-out fuckathon, women who see it seem to want it. Like, to the point of it being a compulsion. And they treat it as normal.

Which would be great, if you didn't know it's MalO who is causing this, so it's not natural causes. That, and if they either make you cum or come into contact with your jizz, they seem to become possessed. You're the one MalO follows, but thinking back to Adriana, she sounded like MalO, and her eyes... You hope you won't be too late to help Lana.