With MalO? Fat chance.

As the sun goes down, you browse through another website that seemed promising at first and is now quickly turning out to be conspiracy nonsense. It can't be that hard to find something on MalO, can it?

"I̫͘ ḱ̴̭n͍͗o͈wͣ͞_ w̯̋͞h͟a̩t y͔̚o͖u̷̥ did̂ͦ,ͧ John. Aͦn̦̍dͫ͢ s̺̐͞o d̆o͖̪̾ t͆͆͑h̨̯͝e̱ͧ̄y̼. I śͣho͙ͧȕ̫l̷d̈ bͩe f̵̉͝u̡̮ͭrió̓u̮͗sͯ̉͐,̞̇ bu͍t.̢̓..̸͗̍I̩ͯ̽'̓͊dͭ͊ r̕a̎̅̏t͍̬he͋ṛ́ s͕̳ͪe̳͍̎e̻ t͇͐ͬh̬̩̲is̨ ǎș̨̯ a̛̦̹ǹ͇ op̶p͓̿̀or͙̊t͊̂u̵ͫ͗nit̡̞y.͇"

MalO's voice coming from your phone's speaker makes you jump. You almost got used to not seeing or hearing her in the past hours, but now that she's back around, you can't help but wonder what she has been doing all this time. Probably one of the women you inadvertently... infected for lack of a better term. Which reminds you that you probably should limit contact with the outside world, unless you want MalO to collect even more people.

"N̍o̩̓͠ẅ̰͒ t̨ͬh̀̚a̡t͟'̣̞̎s̪͆͞ n̒o̺̿̀t v̀e̥̗r̒y n͍̟̏ȋ͎͉c͞e̓,̠͂̅ John. I͍̦ gi͕͑ve y͒oͥͦ̚u͌͠ a̠ͧ̕n̟̮͂ i̻r̪͇̄rͣe͙s̢̄ͧi̯ͫͯsťͅi̻̠b͙l̻ͩ́e̢ di̞ͅc͇̔̐k, a̺̞ͨn̈d ý̜o̳̼̻ụ̰ w̺a̧̧͆n̬t̹ͮ ṭ̏͠ȏ ś̗ͧtͤô͇̌ṕ a͇͒͆ftẹ̛̓r j͈͟us̻t̻͎ͧ t̫̭̥h͇̟ͫ̄͜r̨̛̐̓̀̓ͭe̴̸̡͂͛ͮ̑ͥͭ͢e̝͉̿̆͗ woͧ̈́m̭ͪ̐e͢n̏ͬͩ?"

"Why not?" You blurt out defiantly, checking reflection after reflection to find out where MalO is hiding. "You're... you're controlling them! And I won't help you do it to more women."

"W͉͞e͇ll̶̹, John. Yo̘u'̶̋ͦrͧe͗ bḛͪ̔i̦̓̑ng v͖͉ȩ̥̇r̲̓ͮy n̵̤͜ãͭugh̝̑t̞̖y̏̍. An̜d na̵̗ͨu͌͘̚g̲̮h̕ty̠ b͕ó̚yͧ͡s̭ͦ̏ ģ̬e̟̖̔t͞ p̻ͥ̚u̳̞̮nͭis̗h̝͇̓ẽd̜͠.̩"

In a fit of panic, you jump up from your chair and manage one entire step before MalO once again severs your motor cortext from your limbs, and you tumble to the ground, luckily landing on your rug which softens the impact somewhat. Still, you're lying on your front, unable to move, heart beating in your throat - and to your horror, it's in part due to excitement. Which explains why you feel your inflated shaft harden before you even see MalO sauntering towards you, reflected on the glass door to the balcony. Of course, there is nothing to see in the actual room, but MalO's sensual curves still are a sight to behold.

Not that you can see her for long - to reach you, MalO has to leave the part of the room that is reflected in the door, which means you are not prepared at all to feel her foot against your shoulder, turning you onto your back. Invisible hands glide over your chest, towards your belt, but instead of undoing it, they slip under your shirt, going back up on your bare skin.

Straining your eyes, the only part of you that still moves when you want them to, you see how MalO's arms push up your shirt, caressing your skin gently as she rubs your nipples with what you assume are her thumbs. Something soft and voluminous, probably MalO's thigh, is pressing into your crotch, exacerbating the downstairs situation to throbbing and twitching as you feel your enormous shaft grow harder and harder.

"À͋͆dm̘̻ḭ̲̓t i̮͒͟t,͌ͯ y̲̐̈oṵ̦̆ e͙̠̥ǹ͎ͯj̭̆o̮y͡ t̃ͭhi͝s̨, John. Y̴̗̚o̵̬̒ṷ̳ͬ ḛͧ̃ṋjo̶̸͡y͉ m̖͋y͜ ev̥͌̓ḙͧr̼̐ͅy̰ țó̶͈u̯cḫ.̶͂ A̴͂nd t̴ͨ͂ha̠t͙ o͇̎̚f̜̰̈ t͔̎ȟe̘ͪͫ o͜t͖̉͢h̗͖̲ë͙́͘r̞ͬ tḫ̈r͖e̱̫͉e̐͞ͅ.̯̝ Ǎ̭̲ḿ I̢͉̼ w̬̐r͟_ͭo̸n̺͇ͮgͧ?̱ͣ̽"ͦ̍̿

She is not. Each and every time you fucked MalO or one of the other women, it felt beyond everything you ever felt pleasure-wise. If it wasn't for the entire thing with being haunted and abused by a relentless apparition, you'd actually love the turn your life has taken. But as it is, you can just lie there and watch as MalO pushes your shirt up to expose your upper body, tongue licking over your pecs languidly, soon beginning to trail ever lower. You can feel the cooling ectoplasm on your chest, then your abs, and soon, you hear your belt jangle and your zipper open.

"M͕̄̌y̴,_ m̙͛̚y̶, hḁ͞r̵̥͡d̼͠ e̱sͬ ḛ̢v̳̯ͨë̯r͍..."

Indeed, your cock jumps out and into MalO's hand as if it was spring-loaded, allowing her to give you a few gentle tugs that suffice to make pre bubble up from your distended urethra. And still, you are entirely unable to see anything besides the very tip of your shaft moving on its own, every bit of MalO's body completely invisible. Which is why you are completely blindsided by the sudden sensation of something supremely soft and fluffy wrapping around your straining rod.

"Ghg!"

"M̳ͥ̎m̜h̬h̨, d̷͓ͨoͪ y̰͙_ou̍ li̲̻k͟eͥ͑ͅ t̟͞h̺ͣe fe͋͡e͊̇̏l of th͇ͦ̒ăt̞_,͛̕ John? Bͬ_ecå͑ͦu̲s͖̕ė̙ Iͭͨ͠ Ĺ͔̬Ȏ̟ͮVE t͚̞h̹͒͛e̦̐̕ ḟͨee͒́͜lin̉͌g͖̱͂ of y̋our̝ dic͍k.͆ The t̓ͅȁ͕͘s̥ͦ͌t̎̎e͈.̗ T̃̇h͍̱e̹ͣ͆ lͅi̥̓͌tͧt͋ͨ̐l̼̐̅e tw̵̗̰it̐cḫͭe̤̽s̩̣̞ w̏h͎͗ͬeͅn͍ y͠o̴͆̿u͙̰̩ cúm̜̉.̯̏̾ N̉eͦ̈ͬv̵er f_̎or͋͡geͩt̸̘͋ -̡ t̠h̓̉ḭ̰s̙̀ i͒s̭̈ mͧi͖̭͐n̸͆e̛͑ ń̌o̡ͯw.ͬ̈́ YͣȮ̉ͮU ar̓̊e̻͗͒ m̹̋ĭ̌̒n͚e̡̻ͧ n͡o̰wͤ.̷"

As MalO's tongue spirals over your length and down her deep cleavage, you can only lie there and take it, groaning deeply and helplessly. Not being able to see, not being able to move makes every touch from MalO a surprise, the way her breasts press against your throbbing cock as she moves them up and down, making the soft orbs slap into your crotch. Together with the wet slurps of ectoplasm, the sounds only serve to arouse you further, despite everything, despite MalO having her way with you once more.

"I'́ͩl͙͔̀l͎͡ ļ̽è͜tͨ̄͘ y̵͘ou̯̎̋ i͆̑͘n̗̟͒ o̞̘̅n͟ a͚͐̏ s̀é̲cr̡̢͗et̵̠͍ -̏ I̘ am͋̓͡ G̷̈́L̸̏͢Ā͙̣D̪ ý̎o̳͒͊u̹ͯ bro͓k͑e̷͊ the r̕͘u̳̳̿l̥̤͊es̼̉̌.͙ I͡ͅtͅ g̳av͗ȇ̉ m̧͒͝e̞͢ s̮o m͚͊ȗ̅c̢̱h͙͠ mo̅r̩̈́e̎ͤ p͞o̶͢ẅ̺̜́ḛ͂r̛̫̝.̼͚͗ O̤͆͝v̝̇e̠͓ͧrͪ̽ y̭̾o̮̫u,̏ o_͊vͦ͝ê͠r͙ o̳tͬͨh͈̖ͯe̷̍͡rs.͊...̙ͤ A͞n̽d͓ e͟v̡e̓ṙ̙͂y̫̕ t̰͜im̡e̔ you̬ c͕͊́u̙̞̽m̬̅, I̟̘ w̛̰̖ī̧l̨l be ţ̶͡h͇̀e͐̏ͯre.͒ Yo͢u ẉ̗̓iͬ̀l̬̚ĺ̤ͬ n̅e̻͛͠v̛e̓r̝ ç̜͐̂̽̌u͗m͇̍ al̜o̹̲n̙̓e̺!"

That's certainly a twist on the app's catch phrase you never saw coming. And it makes you shiver not just from lust alone - does MalO mean that she's been there with Nurse Kirstie, with Adriana, with Lana? It's definitely more likely than not, what with the glowing eyes and the crackling voices... Which makes the whole situation even freakier. Not that you can follow that train of thought much further, with MalO working your shaft relentlessly.

"Hͯmm, n̡̤͍o̝̹ n̲̔̆ě̲̪e̵dͮ to hͪ́͊o͖̫ͤl͞d͚͉̿ bͦa̬͐ͬck͊,̅ John. Nͣ̈́o̼̐t̶̞ͤ̒ͭ͘ t̶̟͋ͧ̓ͦ͟h̩̥͊͛̓͡͠a̦̪̘t͕͖̖̥̊̈ y̫̒o͓̔ǘ c̳̰̏ͤo_̷͍̉ͥ͜ṷ͚͉̈́͐ͫļ͈͠d̖̲̿͢͝͡.̴́ͦ.̛ͨ͌̓͡.̒"̼́ͩ͌Jͦ̓u͝s͒̊t c͓̊ͤu̡̻̪m w̬̥̚h̡͕e͔ne͟v̷͂͊er̨ͩ."

You came four times after you left the house, and an uncountable time before. While your balls have an unnatural supply of cum now, you are still far from being on a hair trigger. Not that MalO doesn't do her best to get past that particular issue, her ectoplasm covering your shaft and her invisible tits liberally, the lewd squelching filling the air as she jiggles her tits in alternating patterns.

As MalO slurps up drop after drop of your pre, you feel your nuts begin to churn, but they do so rather sluggishly, throbbing with your heartbeat as if to echo your cock. You know your getting inexorably closer to climax, and MalO feels it. Pushing her bony maw deeper, she gobbles up every last inch of your shaft and begins to milk your length with her slick tongue, making your breath catch in your throat, until...

"Grrrrgh!"

You can't form words or even moan, instead making a strangled sound as your cock explodes deep into MalO's throat, and once more, she flickers into being with every cumshot jettisoned from your shaft, her milky, glowing eyes boring into yours the entire time as she gulps down all she can suck from your nuts - even though you only see said eyes when your shaft twitches and strains to fill her bony maw.

"͇́T̺ͨ́ḣą_t̯̜͙'̲̂s͝ it̍̾,̩ John. G̓ͯi̷͒̉v͎e̮̺͔ ỳ͓̗o̽űr es̤̲̓s̀͑͜e̮n̥c͊ͧe̹̤ to Ma̶̒̾l̪O͍.͉͋ E̦ͧv̯e̛̜r͗y̛͌.̙̂ La̳s͙t̳̫̒. Dͤ̆r͉̙͡op̫.͌"̄

The crackling words from your phone ring in your ears as your eyes flutter closed in exhaustion.