Every self-respecting dragon sooner or later thinks about an heir. But there’s a catch: dragon females don’t exist. So they have to stand in line for girls from another world—the very world where I lived happily, baking cakes in my own pastry shop and getting ready for New Year… Until I was dragged into the dragon empire and told that now I would be making not baked goods, but an heir—and even with the very supreme ruler of the white clan. Well, then it’s time for this icy dragon to learn about immaculate conception—or cutting up. Because he definitely won’t get me.