Comparing something like Lupercalia with Valentine's Day is like comparing a wolf with a chocolate box.
Those are a totally very very different case beyond all comparison.
On the day of Lupercalia, we can get naked down to our very own birthday suit, running amok around everywhere on the town, while whipping out the bare back of the girls and womans every here and there using a whip made from a goat skin.
Howlllll~!!!!!!! *sounds of passionate wild wolves howling and echoing everywhere in middle of wilderness on the night of full moon to unleashed all of their fully bestial lusts*
Hur hur hur hur~!!!!!
Just imagining all those festive activities are more than enough to lits up my hot blooded youthful passsion, blazing up accross the sky, and burns out through the firmament!
Compare these kind of bestial, wild, fully packed with adrenaline events with something like giving out a bunch of flowers or a box of chocolate....
That's just so meh...
I really don't understand why that kind of mild celebration of love are still celebrated so passionately by the young and old couple everywhere back there on Earth....
I mean...., I am always suffering on that day you know?
Can you imagine just how much chocolates I get on that day?
At first it felt very good, I feel an apex superiority from those people who only get just one or two boxes of chocolate.....
But as the years gone by.....
Can you imagine how horrific it feel when you spend EVERY SINGLE, GOD DAMNED FEBRUARY, eating chocolates, chocolates and chocolates for an ENTIRE MONTHS in the morning, in the day, in the afternoon, in the evening and even until the night?
I am very very worried that I will get a toothache sooner or later, you know?
Alas... such is a burden for being so handsome and popular with the ladies..... *flicks the sparkling hair*
What's worse, is that no one from the male side are even symphatizing with me, you know?
It was at that month, that the me back there on Earth feel the very bad intention of the World looming over to me from everywhere....
(T^T)
(Author's Note: Just Die, the Main Character!!!! I am having such an emotional roller coaster having to write such a "dark" background past story of yours there as real as and as factual as it can be in reality!!!!)
Anyway, on the day of Lupercalia this year, unfortunately I am still 11 years old and so are not eligible to join the festive naked running all around the town.
Not really naked, though, the young man participating in this festival of fertility and purification still wear a piece of loincloth made from goat skin to cover his precious private parts.
But still, for some people like my own Father for example, such a thin piece of covering are utterly fail to hide his Magnificent Weapon and thus making every woman who have seen him running around the town making such a lewd expression with all their lusty eyes and drooling over all the place whenever they got a chance to get their back whipped with a goatskin whip by my awesome Daddy until beautiful pink marks with a sweet taste of delicious desire mixed with a bit of spicy pang of delightful pain are left on their pure white, milky smooth bare backs.
My two Mothers are of course, with no question, becomes the first and second woman who receives his whipping of the day.
Once is not enough, their sweet and enticing moans whenever both of them are whipped alternately by my Daddy make them have at least 69 rounds of soft whipping that leaves beautiful pink marks all over their naked backs before the three of them proceed for a more "private" session deep in our locked house.
Since it's holiday and thus I and my little sister are not schooling, we decided to just visit the dojo first time in the morning after breakfast at the moment my Daddy entered our house with both of our Mother carried in his strong arms, my Mother is carried on his left arm and my little sister's Mother is carried on his right arm.
There is no way I and my little sister will stay at home while hearing all their sweet moans, delightful cries, and sometimes, passionate roars while they are making love all the way until my Daddy managed to make both of our Mother passed oud from Over Climaxes.
And so, I and my little sister arrived at our Main Family Dojo located up on a hill in the middle of our Big Family House Complex that encompassed an entire district in the city by ourselves.
We met our little niece there who most likely also have similar kind of situation back at home, running from her home so she can focus on her training and cultivation at our Main Family Dojo.
It's not like we will do any training and cultivation at there today, though.
He he he he~
After the three of us checked in and reserve an empty private training room for the three of us, it's time for my own Lupercalia.
What!? There is no rule that I can't celebrate by myself even though I am technically still underage, right?
And so, after the three of us are getting inside our reserved private training room, I immediately drop down the wolskin robe I am wearing to reveal my beautifully muscled underage body that are sexquisitely made like an artful carving from our daily sport training and martial arts cultivation.
Only a piece of goat skin loincloth are covering my little brother, which is, like my Father, is also showing off his schmexyness through the thin piece of clothing.
Both my little sister and my sweet little niece's face immediately are blushing red entirely and wholesomely to their ears and neck, they covered both of their eyes with the palm of their little hands but they still left out some obviously wide gaps in between their jade white fingers so that they can see clearly the schmexyness of my little brother.
Left aside the reaction of my usually cool and composed little sister who are having bath time with me almost every day, my sweet niece's cute reaction is very satisfying to be seen by me.
"Oh my..... Thats... so that's Uncle's Big Banana.....", she said such a sentence while shyly looking at the almost naked me.
"Come on, girls, it's your turns to be a part of this Holiday Celebration." I said that with my cute chick magnet voice (I am still a shota, after all, not a fully grown man) to beckons both my little sister and my niece to turn around their developing, sweet and delicious underage bodies and stripping their upper clothes so that their milky white, soft and smooth bare backs are shown off sexquisitely in front of me.
Holding on my own handmade goat skin whip in my right hand.... and thus we began our private procession of our own Lupercalia in the private, soundproof training room in our Main Family Dojo.
I carved away their sweet moans, delightful cries, and delightful trembles of their underage bodies which are still developing in the spring of youth in my memories of this Holiday.
No snu snu, though. We are still underage, after all.
I am only whipping their bare backs with goat skin whip here and there while I am almost naked myself with only a piece of loincloth on my crotch.