Restricted Death

Chapter 186 Rangju’s Punishment

When Matsumoto Rangiku passed through the courtyard in front of the captain's office, she found the office door open and someone busy doing something inside.

She couldn't help but go inside, and was surprised to find that Xin was directing two team members to help assemble a bed.

"What...is this for?"

The letter said, "It would be convenient to have a bed in the office for resting on weekdays."

Matsumoto Rangiku was dumbfounded, thinking to herself that her captain really treated the barracks like his own home, so casually.
Even Captain Shiba back then never did that!
She immediately retorted, "Why can you have a bed in your office? I want one too!"

Xin glanced sideways and said, "Where in the team would we get the extra funds to buy something like this for you?"

Matsumoto Rangiku was immediately amused and exasperated: "You can't make it for me, so you make it for yourself? Does being the captain make you so great?!"

Xin retorted without mincing words, "Yeah, I'm that amazing. If you're so capable, why don't you be the captain too?"

At this moment, the team member who was busy there spoke up and explained, "Vice Captain Matsumoto, you've misunderstood. The captain bought this with his own money."

Xin, sitting in his armchair, snapped, "Stop talking nonsense, get on with your work."

The two team members immediately lowered their heads and fell silent.

Matsumoto Rangiku was stunned for a moment, then said to Xin, "If there's nothing else, you can go out."

She didn't say anything more and obediently left the office.

After the bed was installed on Xin's side, the vice captain kept an eye on the situation from the doorway of his office. Seeing that the two team members had left, Matsumoto Rangiku immediately crept back in.

I glanced at the bed that had already been installed and thought how comfortable it would be to be lazy in the office every day with this.

A smile immediately appeared on her face as she leaned closer to the letter: "Captain, my dear captain, I misunderstood you."

Xin remained indifferent, not even glancing at her.

Matsumoto Rangiku came up behind him and began to massage his shoulders attentively: "Captain, you have no idea how long I've worked for our 10th Division. My back is so sore from sitting for so long. It hurts all the time, and I can't sit for long periods of time."

Xin chuckled: "What a coincidence! I just happened to come from the Fourth Division. Besides treating external injuries, I can also treat some difficult and complicated diseases. Let me take a look at you."

Matsumoto Rangiku waved her hands repeatedly: "No need, no need. Actually, I went to the Fourth Division to check. It's an old problem. It'll be better if I just get some rest."

Xin nodded and said, "You should pay more attention to your back if you have a bad back, especially avoiding lying down for long periods of time."

"Yes, but my problem isn't the ordinary kind of back pain, so..."

Matsumoto Rangiku was making things up, but as she spoke, Shin looked up at her expressionlessly.

"Don't think about it!"

"you!"

Rangiku Matsumoto's smile froze instantly, then collapsed like a deflated balloon. She walked around to Shin, placed her hands on his desk, leaned forward, and tried to persuade him with her most imposing posture.

Xin glanced at the two lumps of things piled on the table, and his eyebrows twitched involuntarily.

It was quite oppressive.

"Captain! Captain! You can't do this!" she drawled, her voice filled with grievance. "As your deputy captain, how much work have I taken on for you? My wrists ache from reviewing documents, my feet are blistered from patrolling, and when I'm working non-stop, my eyelids are drooping..."

Without even lifting his eyelids, Xin picked up a document and began to flip through it, his tone flat and emotionless: "It's the deputy captain's duty. Besides, have you really fulfilled your responsibilities? You probably spend even more time slacking off."

"That's not the point!" Matsumoto Rangiku interrupted immediately, her face expressionless. "The point is, Captain, can you bear to see your loyal vice-captain suffer from back pain and lethargy because of the lack of a small, comfortable bed, which in turn affects the overall efficiency of the Tenth Division?" She blinked her big eyes, trying to squeeze out a few tears. "If the efficiency is low, won't you also have to worry? For the future of the Tenth Division, and to lighten your burden, you have to take better care of me!"

Xin finally looked up from the document, his eyes calm and unwavering as he looked at her, his gaze seeming to say, "Keep making things up, I'm watching." He slowly put down the document, leaned back in his chair, and crossed his legs.

"Don't even think about it." Xin uttered those two words again with unwavering resolve.

Matsumoto Rangiku was furious at his stubbornness. She glared at the bed, which was now covered with brand-new bedding and smelled of enticing pine, and then looked at her captain, who was engrossed in his documents as if the bed didn't exist. A "if I can't have it, I'll destroy it" impulse was creeping into her mind—of course, it was just a thought.

“Stingy! Heartless! Tyrant!” she muttered softly and viciously, every word clearly reaching Xin’s ears. But Xin didn’t react at all, not even a tremor of his eyelashes.

Knowing that it was completely hopeless, Matsumoto Rangiku, like a defeated golden retriever, trudged dejectedly toward the door, glancing back every few steps. When she reached the door, she looked back at the bed with resentment, then at Shin's focused profile, and suddenly gritted her teeth.

"Hey! What are you doing?"

When Shin saw Matsumoto Rangiku lying down on the bed without any hesitation, he finally couldn't help but question her.

Matsumoto Rangiku ignored his shouts, covered herself with the blankets, and let out a contented hum.

"Don't come any closer, or I'll scream for help."

She squinted as she spoke.

But as soon as she finished speaking, a figure in black suddenly appeared, and Xin's face loomed above her.

“You’re lying on my bed shouting ‘molestation,’ go ahead and shout. If you won’t shout, I will, and let the team members all come and see.”

The way Shin leaned forward made Matsumoto Rangiku blink her bright eyes. She felt that things were getting a little ambiguous, but she didn't care. Instead, she deliberately showed her a charming smile.

"Captain, why are you standing so close to me? If you really want to do something to me, this isn't the right place."

She really thought she dared not believe it.

Sure enough, he reached out towards her upper body, it was unclear whether he was trying to grab the edge of the shell or something else.

Matsumoto Rangiku's breath hitched, and before she could get her hands on the letter, she slapped his hand away and sat up abruptly.

"You perverted brat!" she cursed viciously, then strode away.

After she left, Xin looked at the slightly messy bed where the other person had lain down, and thought of that voluptuous body.

Consider it a bed warmer.

The secret passage.

In the afternoon, Xin went to lead a patrol of the streets, and when he returned, he found that something was missing from his office.

The newly added bed has mysteriously disappeared.

Xin's face darkened instantly. He knew what was going on without even thinking. He stormed to the door of the deputy captain's office, kicked it open, and was immediately hit by the strong smell of alcohol.

Vice-captain Matsumoto Rangiku was fast asleep on a bed, with sake bottles on the floor.

This woman!
They really need to be taught a lesson.

Xin closed the office door behind him, and also closed the window.

Matsumoto Rangiku was awakened by something strangling her. She opened her eyes groggily and found herself tied up. The rope stretched her body into a spread-eagle position, with one end tied to her wrists and ankles and the other end tied to the bed leg.

This instantly sobered her up, and she began to struggle violently.

"what are you doing?!"

Xin ignored her and tied the rope herself.

Matsumoto Rangiku tried to break free of the ropes with brute force, but instead, her wrists and ankles ached terribly. She realized something and exclaimed in horror, "What did you do to me?"

She discovered that she was completely unable to use the spiritual power within her body.

"Hey! Captain, what do you think you're doing?!"

"Don't joke like that!"

"Do you know what you are doing?!"

"Let me go!"

Matsumoto Rangiku kept shouting, and when the letter didn't move, she immediately raised her voice: "Is anyone there! Someone come quick! The captain's gone mad!"

The doors and windows were tightly closed, seemingly isolating the area from the outside world.

Her cries annoyed Shin, so he went to the foot of the bed, pulled off her socks, crumpled them into a ball, and then stuffed them into her mouth under Matsumoto Rangiku's incredulous gaze.

"Well!!!"

Shin moved a chair from the office, picked up the wine set on the floor, poured himself a glass, and then sat there leisurely watching Matsumoto Rangiku writhe on the bed, ignoring her almost spitting fire in her eyes.

Matsumoto Rangiku's angry curses were muffled by the socks, turning into muffled sobs. She struggled futilely on the bed like a fish out of water, her clothes crumpled and her brilliant blonde hair plastered messily to her sweaty forehead. Her eyes, which always held a lazy smile, were now filled with unbelievable anger and a hint of barely perceptible panic as she stared intently at Shin, who sat in a chair, slowly sipping sake.

When Matsumoto Rangiku finally got tired of struggling, she stopped, probably realizing that she was no longer able to break free from the restraints, and lay there breathing heavily.

Shin ignored her angry glare and even leisurely poured himself another small glass. He swirled the glass slightly, and the cool liquid formed a beautiful arc on the glass. The only sounds in the room were the slight creaking of the bed as Matsumoto Rangiku struggled and her muffled, exasperated "mmm" sounds.

"Fine, stop now, dear sister?"

Xin finally spoke, his voice no longer as calm as it had been in the captain's office earlier that day, but rather tinged with frivolity and smugness.

"You're giving me a headache, and..."

He looked up, his gaze sweeping over her bound hands and feet and her mouth stuffed with socks. A faint, yet chilling, smile curved his lips. "If any of the passing team members heard or saw this, it would be even worse. You don't want rumors spreading throughout the Tenth Division tomorrow that the lieutenant was 'treated specially' by the captain in his office, do you? Just think about those vivid versions..."

"Ugh! Ugh ugh ugh—!" Matsumoto Rangiku struggled even more fiercely, twisting and turning with all her might, trying to bang her head against the bed to make a louder noise. If her eyes could turn into sharp blades, Shin would have been torn to pieces by now. The humiliation and a kind of resentment that was completely suppressed drove her almost crazy.

"Do you know you were wrong?" Xin put down his wine glass, leaned forward slightly, and observed with great interest her cheeks, which were flushed red with anger and struggle.

"Uh-huh! Uh-huh!"

"It seems you still haven't learned your lesson. No problem, I have plenty of time."

Xin chuckled softly, leaning back in his chair, his posture even more relaxed, his gaze freely sweeping over the bound, wildly alluring body on the bed.

Because of the commotion just now, her clothes were quite disheveled, which allowed Xin to appreciate a sight he rarely saw on ordinary days.

"You have to pray that no team members come to your office right now."

Time passed slowly in the suffocating silence and Matsumoto Rangiku's suppressed sobs. The effects of the alcohol seemed to have worn off somewhat, replaced by a clearer sense of humiliation and a profound feeling of powerlessness.

She tried to mobilize her spiritual power again, but found that the spiritual power in her body seemed to be completely imprisoned by some kind of invisible shackle. She secretly tried to pick at the knot with her fingernails, but the rope was unusually tough.

Gradually, Matsumoto Rangiku's struggles weakened. The constant tension and intense emotional fluctuations had exhausted her. Her sobs became intermittent, and she finally stopped glaring at Shin. Instead, she turned her head, her gaze unfocused as she stared at the closed window, her long eyelashes seemingly damp. She tried, and nodded very slightly.

Seeing her completely dejected and even pitiful appearance, a wicked amusement welled up in the depths of his eyes.

"Hmm?" he asked, uttering a questioning syllable.

Matsumoto Rangiku nodded again, this time more forcefully than before, making weak, muffled "mmm" sounds in her throat.

At the same time, she heard that voice, which sounded like a demon's whisper.

"Do you know you were wrong, dear sister?"

(End of this chapter)