3 New Family and one of my Wifes

I woke up feeling incredibly comfortable. A wonderful softness was pressing into my left cheek and the heat coming off of it was just too good to let go of. Of course, rationally speaking, I knew I was lying on the beautiful English woman I saw in the park. I also knew she wasn't a kidnapper, after all I wouldn't be in her lap, but in a tied-up cellar otherwise. But…it was still weird to be so…happy just to be leaning against those amazing breasts.

Ah... I became the potterhead version of Issei Hyoudo? By God that's not the case. Although… The perverted feeling that was supposed to motivate me didn't exist. I felt good and warm hugging that woman, but it wasn't erotic hot. I liked the feeling but not in a romantic way. So how?

It would be... I wasn't an idiot, although it seems to be after I transmigrated. Perhaps this infant body is the cause? Who knows. I think I knew what it felt like and I really liked it but I didn't really want to like it.

I have never had maternal or paternal love before. My grandfather was busy with his business and my uncle was a typical male son with all the faults that would bring. So the most affection I got was the silly smiles the nannies gave me during my useless period (when I couldn't walk, eat, and relieve my basic physiological needs). So... I knew the warm feeling I felt was the comfort that a mother's hug brings.

I actually studied a lot about feelings and the effects they had on the brain. But as I've never felt anything like this before, I simply assumed that I functioned differently. Now it seems that because I have never been exposed to this before I have become addicted to the sensation.

That and this lady's breasts were amazing.

I hope all the future breasts I bury myself in in the future will be so satisfying.

Now, now, Castiel, have manners. Well I can't blame myself for that anyway. Gilgamesh's body and appearance kind of brought out some of his impulses. Even without the trash personality, I would still be a horny teenager in the future for sure. Glad I have occlumency or I would have a lot of reservations about it.

"Good morning, little one" the lady said in her soft voice. I liked the sound. A pleasant shiver ran through my body and I almost ignored her greeting.

"Good morning..." Now, following the tips given by the Japanese protagonists about dealing with older women I went ahead after a second of hesitation. "Big sister, where am I? And why did you bring me here?"

The lady stopped in surprise when she looked at me. I knew I had dealt her a heavy blow now. Yes, her trust must have gone to heaven by now. Hahahaha... as expected of me.

"You must call me mother." She said pulling my cheeks with a scolding expression.

Mom?!

Has this lady gone mad?

"But you don't…" I stopped immediately. I don't want to deal with female cries right after waking up. Okay. Concentrate, this lady is the complicated type. "You don't even know me. You don't even know anything about me... And you still say that. Big sister that doesn't make much sense."

"Of course it does. I am your mother. You can call me Mommy too. But that's the only concession."

Lady what concession was made here?!

All I saw was you demanding things and since when is calling you Mom any less embarrassing? I didn't even know my birth mother. Be consistent.

Of course I didn't say that out loud. I would be crazy to say so. Also…calling her Mom wasn't an idea I rejected out of hand. I actually really liked the idea of ​​having such a beautiful mother with such soft, big breasts.

I placed my small hands in the mounds and squeezed a little. Ah, the resistance was good. The elasticity and softness... so amazing. I want to stay lying on these precious melons.

"What do we have here? A little pervert?" the woman said somewhat annoyed.

"I…it's just very soft and…" Okay. If Gilgamesh saw me now I would be beaten to death I'm sure. I could feel my ears pounding in shame and blood rushing down my face.

"Hahahaha... So you like the softness?"

"Yes... it's comfortable." I admitted and played the game playing the innocent. "I like sleeping in them. My face feels comfortable. It smells good too." Okay. It came out less innocent and more sincere than anything.

"I'm happy little one." She said. "Dad went to the police station to fix the situation. After all, you are our son now!"

"What?"

Now, after a long conversation, I found I had been sleeping for almost 24 hours. This explained my hunger and also my inability to have a say in the situation that followed. Apparently the Granger family (Yes, those Grangers) decided to adopt me when they saw me sleeping on a park bench in worn and threadbare clothes (A peculiar occurrence considering I was 3 years in ecstasy). so now i wasyoungest son of the most famous Muggle couple in the Potter universe.

Younger because I knew my birthday. I was born in November. That would kind of guarantee me a 1 year late trip to Hogwarts. What wouldn't happen. After all, my magic core was already maturing.

That's also why my Ether father told me I couldn't use Arc of Embodiment at 10 years old. That's when my core could be used most freely. It happened that it was the so-called first magical maturity and I would go through it 1 year earlier than normal. That means I can go to Hogwarts with the canonical characters.

Good or bad, I don't know, but even better than being a year below Hermione who I found to be a big brat. She kept bothering me to play and have tea with her dolls. Hell, who has time for this?

It was only because I told her that I would only play if she exercised with me that she stopped. And it was only in the first month because right after that she really started to accompany me in the exercises and then she made me play with her.

Damn it!

And yes, I was exercising my physical body. After all, I have chakra and my soul transmigrated into a child's body has already caused an imbalance between physical and spiritual energies. Just strengthening the body would balance them. Even though my manna passively improved my body, the exercises greatly accelerated the process not only for my chakra reserves, but for the maturity of my magic core as well.

I also started to instill my manna through Hermione's body and followed using my chakra sense what it caused in her body. Of course I did this after training magical energy control to the extreme like chakra control. In fact... I could be considered a perfect medical ninja just thanks to my control. Both energies. Not even in the remotest of chances of falling into the Dark arts would I hurt my cute and annoying sister.

Anyway both me and the brat were 8 years old and she had already had manna flows since she was 2 when her parents noticed something strange when witnessing her accidental magic.

When I saw the scene I just smiled and imitated the brat as she wanted the book her mother took from her to fly into her hands. I just took it and gave it back to Mom smiling cutely at the gaping lady.

Anyway... I had fulfilled my main goals now. Although I still don't know who my birth mother was, nothing a blood test at Gringotts won't solve. I also began to consciously control my prescience and all related abilities. I could basically choose whether to see things that would happen or not. I could also see the possibilities and more. In fact, this ability was downright frightening and if the cost of manna and physical stamina weren't so high, I would definitely abuse it. And all I needed to activate this ability was to think about the topic I wanted to see or know.

In fact thanks to my training I could already use my divination skills easily once a day. Thanks to that I asked my father to invest in several profitable companies from the 90s... Not that I was sure we would get rich without my prediction. In fact, I checked every investment I suggested to him.

Among the companies that we invest all savings in are Mercedes Benz which would have its utility peak on January 24, 1997 in my world and remained the same in this one; McDonalds on November 10, 1996; Pepsi - December 19, 1996.; Google - November 11, 1998. These were some of the ones chosen by me.

You must have been confused as the timeline would not allow me to be a prodigal son and I would be wrong.

I was 8 years old and it was 1998. That means... instead of the whole wizard war going on and ending in 1981 in Godric's Hollow with the attack on the Potters and the death of Tom Riddle, there was a 10 year delay. In other words... The plot of the famous wizard would take place in the 2000s.

So... we are already rich. Thanks to me, our family was now in a mansion. See, I almost thought I had Gilgamesh's golden rule when I realized our prosperity. If we got rich without my foresight ability I could really believe that. After all... It was too fast. One moment we spent our savings and the next we were the newest British millionaires. And that was just the beginning. After all, these companies would make profits in the billions over the next decade and a half.

Haha ha.

Anyway, I'm 3 years old before magic school and needed to train harder. Oh, another change would be that Mione (my cute sister) was super strong. Thanks to physical training and the infusion of manna into her body, her body began to correct its ignoble physical quirks easily. Her hair began to straighten easier when combing and her teeth began to settle into what was called normal.

I would admit thatshe got prettier after that, but she wasn't ugly before. It was just that she was more cute than beautiful. Now though I could see the beautiful witch she would become. Her body was already starting to become exquisite at 8...she would definitely surpass Emma Watson in beauty and curves.

I expect soft breasts, Mione.

What? Did you think I would let her be taken by the bastard Weasley? Not fucking would I allow my beautiful little sister to be defiled by the idiocy of this ugly bastard. She would be mine and no one else's.

After all, we are not blood brothers.

Of course she was a cute little girl now. I was not a lolicon. But 5 or 6 years later and she would be moaning under me. What about me. And beside me.

Ah... thinking about it cheered me up. Even though I didn't show it physically.