Transmigrating into the Hunter World: They All Call Me Mom

Here's my blurb. Hey! I transmigrated. What! I transmigrated? What's with this red-haired, teary-eyed little boy, and why is he calling me Mom? Why is his name Hisoka? And who is this silver-haired hottie? My son Illumi, get in my bowl! Let Mommy give you a loving smooch! When I adopted Feitan as my son, I took the whole Phantom Troupe as my lovers. When I got Silva pregnant, he gave birth to a child who wasn't mine. When I became the beloved mommy of a whole bunch of kids, I finally understood: My name isn't Moon, it's a big, bold Ma. Ri. Sue. >>>>“Little Xi, do you know where we are?” “Yeah! We're in Meteor City!” Looking at the adorable, innocent little redhead whose face practically said “Tell me I'm great!” and who was only missing a wagging tail, then thinking about how he'd grow up to become the number-one pervert, I rolled my eyes and fainted from happiness. >>>>Hisoka, who met Illumi much later, never knew why Illumi had been hostile from the moment he heard Hisoka's name, while Hisoka could never bring himself to get angry with Illumi. He also never understood why Killua and Kalluto had brought their friends home to the mountain ages ago, while Illumi never agreed to let him visit. It would take a long, long time for Hisoka to learn the truth. Curiosity finally led him to sneak up the mountain, where he discovered the reason. As for how he turned the world's foremost assassin family upside down, proposed to his friend's mother the moment he met her, and got kicked down the mountain by every man in the family... that's another story. >>>“Son, do you want to be called Sanmao, Simao, Da Yi, or Yi Sanmi?” “...The hell I do! I'm not answering to any of those damn names! My name is Feitan!” The little boy went berserk. I stared at him blankly, tossing him up into the air and catching him. “Huh? Son, you can't even fly, so why are you called Flying Carpet?” “(Sniff)... Go to hell! I'm done learning!” >>>“...Please wait, ma'am. When exactly did I agree to this?” “Oh? You don't want to be my son?” I lifted Chrollo's chin with my index finger, enjoyed how smooth it felt, then teased the soft flesh beneath his chin with my fingernail, smiling wickedly. “The only roles available here are punching bag, lover, or son. Which one do you want?” Warning: the author makes an appearance. Pairing: Silva. The author shamelessly indulges in her sons, who all adore her. Silly, melodramatic, over-the-top, and cheesy. Not a paid novel, not abandoned, and entirely illogical. Pure wish fulfillment. The impoverished author mainly updates her paid novel. Leave enough comments and you might summon the author's conscience. I love you all, mwah!